filled with more pseudo-psychobabble
than I Heart Huckabees,
my first first date in a long while
ended with a handshake and a shrugging goodbye.
I got a whiskey at The Reservoir
and then found myself
in Union Square, smiling.
The crackheads were still there;
I wanted to hug them.
Take your time,
I said to myself,
and so I sat there
and listened to old songs,
and chalked it all up
to the universe laughing,
but getting better.
then a funny thing happen.
I saw the gal
I was just on a date with
sitting by herself,
pensively drinking canned wine.
we smiled and nodded,
knowing we aren't meant
for each other.