I should know better, I am old enough now
To second guess the way I build up a new person, a new feeling.
I should know better than to imagine futures, imagine houses,
Imagine feelings or hands or late-night contentment or
Any of the thousand ways in which I am lonely

Being fulfilled by you

It is already a questionable proposition, that my heart
Is not my own to fix, that someone else might be depended on--
Much less that I should choose a stranger I should know better

I am old enough now for old dreams and young fears,
Matured desires and a fresh tinge of what-if-I-never.
Still, I am at the long end of the clock (maybe)
And at the very least, there is a possibility here
That I should know better.