Single and Dating
Late at night
I lose him
Or did he lose me
Interest is shot
And I have faded off
Not listening
Not listening
Looking for the door
As he continues to talk
More and more
I wonder if he would notice
That I left before
Dinner showed up
But calories increase with each word
And he was bad for my diet
So I left him
Talking and talking
To meet the bartender
Being single isn’t that bad after all
It is a hell of a lot quieter
Labels: dating, poem, poetry, relationship, single, tiresome

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