Perhaps

Perhaps for the last time, I have fallen in love. Does it betray me a fool To so often fall blindly For women I imagine To match my ideal? Perhaps it is not women, But the same woman, Over and over, Since I first saw her Occupying the same space As some hapless girl I had to have. Perhaps it is desperation Taking hold of a strange man That finds little value Without a symbol of idolatry In the absence of religion. Perhaps it is fear In the shadow of absence, As our most primal instinct Is to find another To weather our strange existence Together. Perhaps I merely wish That the fits of longing would stop. At least long enough To get some work done. Yet least likely of all, And most shamefully, Perhaps I just fell in love With another pretty smile With a brain to back it up. Perhaps that is not so wrong, Save for the volume With which it occurs. She does have lovely eyes.