by terrance rutledge
I am seeking a date, a lover, a friend
forever going to the grocery store,
with paper and pen.
roaming through wal-mart with nothing special to buy
pushing my cart trying to catch the glimpse of a curious eye
sitting at a light, awaiting the green,
looking at the girl in the car next to me looking sexy and pristine
speaking to every women i come in contact with or see
all these things i do are reminding me......
i am missing you.