Me

Why haven’t I found her yet?
I look at myself in the mirror
and I see a good looking guy.
A younger guy than I am on paper.
Only a few gray hairs on my head,
in my goatee,
on my chest.
I think to myself
that I’m toned,
tan
and tall.
I have bright eyes,
just not sure if they’re green
or blue.
They seem to change
with what I am wearing.
I wear dark jeans
and designer shirts.
They fit my frame well.
And the Docs I wear
are tough
and hip
and comfortable.
I slick my hair back
and the gray disappears.
I trim my goatee
and there are only a few
gray hairs visible.
I carry myself well,
head high,
shoulders back.
And think I look taller
than I am.
I’m kind of funny
when I’m comfortable
with my audience.
I’m insightful
and I listen
more than most.
I’m a great friend
and friends are important.
I read a lot
and listen to music
and watch movies
and share what I think
with my friends.
I like myself,
but I don’t love myself
and maybe that’s what it takes.