Love Poem Number Two

Misplaced pride
had me thinking
I was in your league

After a week
of seeing you
every night

I stood you up
with no excuse
you waited all night

This morning I surface
saying I’m sorry
just call me Cliché

The sun shines over
your beautiful face
staring like stone

G-d never left you
I think you think;
how dare I mislead

Whose side am I on
It’s time I decide
how long can you wait

I sigh before you
ask for a chance for love
before the Western Wall