Love Poem #3940

Another love poem...

He obsessively adjusts every desk in the classroom

For fear of some divine-driven disaster.

His thoughts pour carelessly out of his mouth

As he speaks into his invisible Bluetooth.

We’ve all learned to ignore his quirks

Except I.

He is utterly strange and I can’t get enough of it.

Twice a week after hell I wait for him as I walk home,

Walking baby steps across the giant poppy in the ground.

With hawk-eye frames I search for my prey,

Unable to bear the disappointment of missing 

The glorious flash of a black figure

Riding two wheels in the distance,

Gone almost as soon as he is spotted.

I wish we were parallel, but we simply intersect at a coordinate.

If by some arbitrary chance or luck we got together

Would anyone ever say they saw it coming a mile away?

Never

Unless we are only united by our antisocial behaviour, our ability to never fit in anywhere.

I’m not the type of person who has relationships, so to speak,

Not the type to be complimented by random strangers,

To be the best at anything.

The love around me seems more like a contest than a gift or spontaneous burst.

Who is the most beautiful, the smartest?

The kindest if they have no other redeeming qualities.

How could you love someone with no redeeming qualities?

I hope my love is never a contest,

A spotting of redeeming qualities.

It’s not real.

But my love right now is less than that.

It is simply looking and smiling,

Catching you looking back at me across the room,

Wishing with all I have for you to speak to me again,

Like you used to,

And reveling in the moments that you do, briefly,

Because I will never be the fine work of art required

In love

Or lust.

Author's Note

I called it Love Poem #3940 because I have written so many love poems that I have lost count.

Reviews

[steppenwolf]

I like this poem; there's some truth in it that I can't put into words. I especially like the part about not being parallel but intersecting at coordinates. Since you've written many love poems, could you please post more?

[Naomi Bloom]

Thanks for the review. Glad you like my love poems. I might post more soon; who knows?