I fell in love again this weekend

Some might scoff at this language

But really, it’s just semantics

Whatever you want to call it

I inadvertently gave my heart to a man.

I left it as a small gift for him to find

And now I sit anxiously and wait

Hoping he will find it

Dreaming that he will unwrap the crinkled paper,

Hold it in his hand and cherish it

 And yet, all the while I expect

It will sit alone for a time

Waiting and beating with anticipation

Till I shuffle back to pick it up,

Dust it off, and wait for another who might be worthy