Obstacle

What is it about him?  It can't be the hairdo.
Is that goofbag hipster nonsense what she's into?
Does his poetry rhyme the way sunsets do?

Or maybe he's got a brilliant mind.
Maybe he learns ceaselessly.  The facts he finds
In different fields, into patterns he winds.

Or perhaps he finds patterns of a different ilk,
humorous.  From every situation, a laugh he can milk.
(I've heard her laugh, too, and it sounded like silk).

What makes him an obstacle?  He's just a guy
Who does his fingertip push-ups one at a time,
The same as everyone else does, right?

Well I do.  It's not my fault she can't see.
Why bother chase her, when she should be after me?