The Search

The sadness that people make her feel
As they struggle to show her something real.
She searches for those who are not prosaic,
Rolls her eyes at the formulaic,
Longs for a meeting of minds to come.
Still hopes that she will find the one.

And I have met her, knew her a while
Loved her dreaming, loved her smile.
Reminded me how good people can be,
I romanced her as she romanced me.
Will always miss her, she had to move on.
I no longer search, for she was my one.