The Next Time

Allergic
to hearts and flowers
they always get broken and wilt
went to the bar  
and sat with my beer
girl watching  
with like minded troglodytes
bromance
instead of romance
left feeling empty and alone
not the first time
nor the last
there is a vision in my head
of a faceless vessel of sex
with challenging eyes
burning brighter than a star
this my eternal love
some day
I will find you
or not
praying for reincarnation
to get it right the
next time