We've been told as little girls
"There's a man out there
for you"
But we meet them
find them less than men
find them grouchy as men
find them weak and timid men
Then we ask
"Are they really men?"
"Are there men out there?"
"Is there one for me?"
So we wait. And wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, WAIT.
How old are we now?
Did we really deserve a man?
Was there a man lurking
under the skin of that boy?
And we realize we may have
overlooked something, someone, somewhere
So we go for the Hope in men
go for that flicker of Potential Man
go for that Passionate Maybe-Man
go for that Dreamy, One-Day Man
go for that Lost-Cause Man
Was HE the one?
Who knows. By this point,
we've lost Woman.
