I'd swear it's there
but then it's gone -
a bigfoot sighting,
a giant albino sewer crocodile,
a goat-sucking chupacabra...
and I'm not sure I'm ready
for this possible yeti.
Unsure of what I see
and if I see what I think I see
what my action should be.
New love is too controvertible,
too easy to read as
a possible fabrication
of an affection-starved mind.
It's so satisfying to see
a face in the clouds,
a sasquatch in the trees,
Nessie in the loch;
constructing a narrative
that corroborates my hopes.
But it is true?
No one knows but you.
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