the red scarf

she keeps
to herself these days.
bitten
by love, and still
healing.
nursing
her wound.
I've lost
my faith in humanity,
she smiles
sadly.
all men are alike,
they only
want one thing,
and then they're gone.
why is that?
she says, knitting
a red scarf
for winter
in front of the coffee
shop.
why are men
so unavailable
and selfish.
beats me you say,
sipping on your
drink, staring at
three women crossing
the street in
their summer dresses.