Once upon a midday weary, while I languished bored and bleary

Over many a torn and tattered volume of erotic lore

While I scrolled, nearly snoring, suddenly there came an imploring

As if someone gently exploring, exploring at my profile’s door

“Tis some rando,” I mumbled. “Imploring at my profile’s door.”

Only this and nothing more

So distinctly I remember; it was the coziest November;

And each black mirror cast a ghostly reflection of my hygge decor

Eagerly I awaited the holidays, craving the escape of snow days

Longing for slothy while away days

Longing for uncombed comfy chaise days

For the square and scrumptious sofa

With my PJ’d limbs adoring

My knitting’s there evermore

Cringy, odd, uncertain row upon row of texts

Annoying me, enjoining me to answer

Like never before

Staunch these notifications I block; red deleting like never before

“Why are you blowing up my phone,” I griped. “‘Tis this loser imploring for a hookup.”

That’s it and nothing more

Irritation stoked my ire; my annoyance flamed higher

“Dude,” texted I. “Read the room, I implore. Our coffee date was a bore.

“I was reading, then you text me pleading; pleading for a second date with sad jokes galore.”

Silence then and nothing more

Deep into the silence waiting; breath bated and anticipating

Thinking thoughts many have thought before

Shadows of another cold, lonely winter stretched along the floor

My resolve was broken, so I extended a token

“Deep dish pizza and Star Trek?”

You said, “Sure, schwarzbier longneck?”

Pleased I made room on my love seat

Then headed for my door

Only this and nothing more