my childhood friends are all married,
or living together,
or planning weddings,
and I’m alone.
so, they try to hook me up
with matt’s or kevin’s or john’s.
“it will click,
when you find the right one.”
i know what they mean.
it’s already happened, i’m done.
i’ve seen the moon
glistening on the forehead.
i’ve felt the touch,
pale fingers on my arms.
i’ve heard the voice
soft, sweet, and clear…
i’m not interested in trying anymore
my mr. right
has already come and gone.