The Worst Romantic                                           

            I was the worst romantic
            So she said
            For seeing colour in a field of grey
            Or hearing birdsong in cacophony

            For choosing always more to dwell
            Upon a moment
            Than to let it pass
            If it involved a tender glance
            Or sudden fetching scent

            I never had a chance 
            To set the record straight
            Before she went 
            And tell her
            That in matters of departure
            I invariably preferred
            To skip ahead


            Emanuel E. García, Wandering Bark2013