I have a habit

of falling for men

who don’t reach back.

Men who answer texts

three days late

with a meme and nothing else.

Men who kiss me like it’s a favor,

then vanish like it never happened.

Men who look at me

like I’m the sunrise,

but keep the blinds drawn.

I don’t chase.

But I wait.

I wait like a ritual.

I wait like belief.

I wait because maybe

this one will be different.