: poetry :

Love Missed by a Fool

why is it that only when
i realise what those feelings meant
your reaction to me begins to wane
and on the shelf i'm placed again

i never used to realise why
those chats used to last into the night
but when it finally began to click
i never seemed like that same Nick

looking back upon my life
i see this same thing again, again
you'd think by now i'd get it right
but it always seems one big fight

to meet some one and start anew
go into it with my eyes open
be careful to really know when
to ask them there and then

'would you, do you think,
perhaps like to, oh i don't know
go out with me one night this week
and maybe grab a bite to eat'

but i guess like every other time
i'd fumble and get the timing wrong
come across as not too astute
though possibly a 'your cute'

would be my only appraise
before i leave and return home
to sit alone for that long night
and ponder what it would be like

to be with someone, to grow close
watch movies and drink coffee
to spend each evening with company
no just dinner for one - me

[ WiP ]

Nick Bailey 2003