The Cusp of Something Better

we look for a way out,
a reason to leave,
the possibility of something,
we perceive to be,

Overlooking our own
eccentricities, wishing for a
perfect match, we are
taken in by stories of romance;
trying to fill our
God-shaped hole with
books, and
stories, and
money, and
sex, and
any other possible vice.

Souls mated, through
providence or effort alone;
Until along comes someone,
we perceive to be,

by Erik Shinker