He Is Tragic Poem by Johnny Monroe

Do you notice,
how he still searches for you,
how his eyes wander over the crowd
looking for the one he loves?

He doesn't know why he bothers

perhaps it is for evidence,
evidence of the existence of something
much too good to be true.

No, he doesn't think that's what it is

It's just one of those inexplicable things
he tells himself.

Just another side-affect of being in love.


...God, he is tragic