The Mr. Goodbar
In a mixed bag of chocolates
I saw him and hoped, from afar
he was not ashamed to be
the Mr. Goodbar
In this home, he has probably
always been chosen last
in a game of grabbing
by a sweet-toothed family
I saw him and I realized
I had no idea who was—
never knew his chocolate;
never tasted his peanuts
After careful consideration,
I decided he was The Best
The man always standing
whilst the others digest
Z
Z
Lost & Found
Lately, he’s been making a drink
for himself—he calls
Lost & Found
Where in the world is it?
Where did I put that?
Oh my God!
I have been searching
for this for weeks.
I missed you so much!
Sipping on his capricious cocktail—
a strong mix of what is coming and leaving—
he vows to stop perspiring over
the ingredients he can always edit
He is trying to be optimistic—
and to believe all the things
are just where they should be
Z
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