Left Hanging

She was beautiful,

Quiet with a kind soul

Every end of week,

I took a bouquet home.

We talked about each other,

And shared poetry together.

She found me when I was,

Not interest in anyone,

And left me when she was,

The only one I was

Interested in.

I’m not standing in the rain

I’m perfectly situated.

But disappointed

If ever I act this way

to a girl again,

Please shoot me.