for true love.
it's in
the Disney movies,
the books,
the poetry,
the fairy tales of
the prince,
the knight on the white
horse
that will come and
sweep you off your feet.
love and romance
in technicolor.
the music,
the heaving of hearts,
the sighing.
the elixir
of it all.
love, love, love.
and then you turn fifty-five
and it hasn't happened
yet.
you're sitting at a bar
on a rainy Tuesday night
waiting
for your internet date
to show up
in a toupee with a ketchup
stain on his shirt,
and his wedding ring
in his pocket.
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