Looking for a Preacher

"You will never find the perfect one."
She tells me this as I turn away from the fireworks.
"No."
Perfection is exactly what I'm after.
Relentless, yes. And altogether
Unreasonable.
"Why are you so insistent?"
"Oh, I don't know."
But I do. There's a small, private glory in
Being right.
The easy way is to make
Somebody wrong.
Relentless, yes. And completely
Silly.
"Well, you'll never be happy if you have to judge like this."
My cigarette goes out and I
Think for a moment before relighting it.
Blues and greens echo in the sky;
Fireworks demand attention.
"Yes."
Who wants to be happy?
Not in such a
Big way.
Relentless, yes. And absolutely
True.