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