Don't Love the One You're Not With

You tell me what kind

Of guy you think you like,

and I think I'm your type,

But the mind likes

What the eyes like,

and I fall behind.

I guess you weren't aware

Of my un-part in your affair,

Of my trying not to stare

At the highlights in your hair,

But the longer you're not there,

The less I find I care.

I know I should move on

From our failure to bond,

But the longer we're both gone,

I'm satisfied to get along

With no more dances, only songs;

With being over, not beyond.

They say to meet and then dissolve

Beats having no romance at all.

Though it would leave the Bard appalled,

I have this problem better solved:

Get infatuated, not involved.

That way, you save yourself the fall.