They say love is never where you want it.
Not in bars where people appear their best.
Women hope their gloss has the same shine as thirty minutes before.
They say love is never found sitting down.
Not on stools where women cross their legs, then uncross them.
Not even when they flip their hair as a last resort.
They say love is never found in any bathroom.
Not in the stalls where quickies are done, even in those without a door.
Men leave without feeling much of anything.
They say love is never found on the highway.
Not on any kind of road with or without adequate lighting.
Only tire tracks covering faded ones belong.
They say love is never found in grocery stores.
Not in any comfort food aisle.
Not in the canned black olive aisle either.
They say love is never found where it should be.