RED FLAGS

We both know …. it’s not working 
You don’t always tell the truth
I doubt your credibility 
I really don’t trust you. 

I’ve tried to meet you half way
Nothing else that I can do
I’ve tried to be accepting 
Knowing all that you’ve been through.

You’re divorced, live with your parents
Five years in recovery
No career to speak of
Light years away from me. 

Saturdays we meet up
Have some dinner, no beer or wine
I’ve tried to get to know you
Ignoring all the signs. 

There’s no common ground between us
Though you have a lot to say
I find my mind wandering
My interest fades away. 

You come over, watch a movie
It’s  a routine, casual date
I count the hours till you’re gone
Hoping you won’t stay too late. 

Two weekends passed, you ghosted me
Guess you were busy ”On Line” dating
Left me here by myself
I spent the weekend waiting. 

I can’t let go of judgements
Yes, I admit …. I’m prejudice
Don’t think we have a future 
I’m afraid …. I’m tired of this.

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