original poems by john allen

Longing

He seemed nice enough.
Better than most she’d met lately.
She’d been alone too long.
She decided to give it a go.

That’s how I read the scene,
from my seat at the end of the bar.
I’d seen this play before -
wherever lonely people go.

Feeling wanted
is a basic human need,
but our needs often take us
places we shouldn’t go

Not that it matters.
Rebound or no.
Time serves to correct
our mistakes as we go


© John Allen March, 2005

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