Impossible Dating Measures Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

I can't stop imagining
That somehow, we've met.
That one time we kissed.
That the moon and the stars aligned
And everything was unimaginable bliss.
Maybe it's voyeurism to even look at you.
If we haven't already connected online.
Look, it's nearly Valentine's Day.
Won't you say without reservations?
Unreservedly, you'll be mine.

I feel we've entered a particle accelerator.
And that we're about to collide.
I'm taking little sneaky looks.
Through my nicotine fingertips.
But our paths by all unexpected means
Seems to have hit the opposite kerbsides.
I tried to grab your attention.
Down at the local grocery store.
It's said to be now the best place.
To bump into a future partner, a future wife.

But one look in my basket's direction
And I feel a right banana.
Alone -stalker with a carving knife.
How does someone meet
Someone naturally anymore?
Guess I'll be alone forever.
Now that I can't afford
Even a decent salad dip for a limp celery stick.
Let alone a trip to the local delicatessen store.
For a brace of game birds well strung
And oh, so much more.