He was grateful when she left.
They didn’t really have much in common;
it was like he wasted his precious love on her
and she wasted her precious love on him
in a pointless mismatch that made no sense,
that their lonely hearts had misled them into,
that he and she thought was real true love.
He didn’t trust his feelings or his love after that.
And he guarded his heart, and though he was
cautiously willing to gamble on love again and
hoped he’d get another chance for real romance,
true love was illusive and never came his way again.
Bob Boyd