I cannot remember when
I started to forget
about the simple
looks and glances
when I started to become sour to
the notion
of love
whiskey sour
drink that brings a cough to your throat
not sure anymore
then I read a story, watched the characters fall in love
could it be that
love and romance
only live in fantasy?
I think this might be the case.
I wished mermaids and magic were real
and I wished that love could be mine
the same way
I held these beliefs in childhood
now I’ve grown older
wiser
jaded
the stone cold touch of years
changing my imagination
into figments of the past
Could someone change my mind?
The Reluctant Poet 