Followed by desire, provoked by want

The agony grew, and the thoughts began to haunt.

Still unsure, he was clouded by fear

He was still waiting to hear.

 

They met, they ate

They drank, as he awaited his fate.

Oh yeah it was a date, but wait

Now it wasn’t too long before it would abate.

 

It did, and there was no scent of a repeat

He was in the unknown again, and he didn’t want to forfeit.

Later he asked and as he waited, he felt jaded

As she said, “You’re a good friend” and added, “I think it’s just not fated”.

 

He was done, he was down

But he wasn’t going to turn around.

Not yet, he thought, for he had one more shot

People change, albeit strange, and could he lose something he never got?

 

The day would give way to the night,

He thought, should he give up without a fight?

Fight? No, that won’t be right, but resolve just might..

Oh well, he closed his eyes under the tall dark skies

Thinking tomorrow is a new day, and one would forget tonight.