October 11th.
The calendar struck and I was fucked,
By loneliness, a fatty liver and dismay..
But what sucked is when I got fucked,
No female came to say.

You loser in love, you softhearted fool,
The decisions you made were uncool.
Stop your vices, schedule your devices,
And all will be well pretty soon.

……….

I crave you not cause you’re not just a look alike,
Hidden potential, downplaying essential, all to cause a spike.

You came into my life and made an impression.
One you couldn't see through.
I felt disrespected, chose disconnection,
And now I’m back here for you.

But I know my place so I wont ask much,
I doubt I mean more than dust.
A week of your attention starting with intervention,
Somehow containing our lust.

Cause you and I are not meant to be,
For we know to whom we belong,
What we have in common is what we can celebrate,
A week is all I long.

What week you may ask…? (downplaying the essential)

The first week we touched our phones in August.
With eyes and voices no less.
Until I asked and was rejected,
From what I thought I deserved----happiness.

So if you’d oblige me an intervention, over drink and decision.
May be we could bud a friendship after calling truce over hunting season.