(Published at The Writers Club)

If love is real,
tell me how to feel.
If nothing gold can stay,
remain a worthless memory
of what could have been
had she arrived for a dinner date.
She didn’t see me waiting,
but I saw her dining with him over wine
at a diner where I’d made reservations,
with little reservation.
I slipped into a depression
over a girl known only in my dreams.
She was there, and I was near.
I’m the only one here,
waiting for her to notice me.
“You waiting for someone?” she said,
sitting beside me.

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