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i’m old
fat
& hairy

i do not expect
to gleam
anyone’s eyes

i saw that light
four years
& then

ten weeks past
a truly beautiful youngster
made a play

being a clichéd
mister oblivious
i didn’t realise then

the morrow
my ego was drumming
for weeks

so
i casually mentioned
being paired

for
half an hour
winter winds

then a weekend
of toing & froing
a conference hall

we chatted
we laughed
we cheered

she asked me again
when i would come
to another

i kept saying
sorry
i had no clue

my dear subconscious
mister oblivious
eventually noticed

now
it likes to remind me
i have no prodigy

now
it likes to remind me
the might have

now
it likes to remind me
how to repair

it is
ever so slightly
optimistic

twice in three months
was chance
not change

it also
carelessly
ignores

a complex
animal
munch