So used to being,
The matchmaker
The connector
The ugly friend.

I was hoping to be intoxicated
By someone else's love.
Instead I get sparks to fly between two
Attractive, good-looking, well-spoken people.
And I may be be lucky enough
To live out my life in the company of a cat or two.

I told him that we had been talking.
A friend of mine, she had mentioned him the evening before
Said she found him cute.
He reciprocated,
And so some undetermined seed was planted.
A fetal relationship's egg had been fertilized.

And there, I stood
Watching as my work was completed.
Yet it could not bring myself to admire it.

I left my job that evening
With hopes of falling out of sanity.
No such luck.

My experience included
Standing next to my best friends as they kissed at midnight.
And I just basked in my awkwardness.

Maybe someday I will grow out of it.
Or even better?
Maybe someday I will learn to embrace it.