Why?'s To Wise? Romance

I sit, at night, on the concrete pad laid before my door. My buttocks chilling through the fleece of my sweats, My knees and hips aching from a day well traveled, sitting at the threshold of the second half of my century here. The moon is elsewhere, involved in its business of Gaining on and fading from its apogee. Dragging deeply on my cigarette, I stare up and out, into the mottled sky. I see something to my right, I adjust, but it is not there. I see something to my left, I adjust, but it is not there. Right and left, left and right, the stars dance truly only In the corners of my eyes. Now I know. My undiscovered love is like movement in the dark. When I search for him, when I bring all my focus acute on him, he dissolves. One day, perhaps, he will saunter up, and I will see him, In the corner of my eye. I can at last see EVERYTHING, In the corner of my eye.