Once in a while I get what I see as delusional,
the nagging need for another, another woman
in my vintaged life.
I expunge that need from my sometimes
lovelorn mind by weighing the pros and the cons,
and the cons always win.
Sometimes I wish I could do some psychic surgery
on the part of my brain that emits what I see as
harmful, romantic feelings.
But those occasional feelings are so deeply rooted
in my unruly old brain that I don’t think that even
a lobotomy could weed them out.
Bob Boyd