Disdain
Patience is a virtue, they say.
My virtue must have run out.
Dearest Soulmate, wherever you are,
Whoever you are, you must be a lout.
I have looked for you high and low,
Far and nigh, in so many faces.
Thought I found you once or twice,
But only found myself in loveless embraces.
Soulmate, I need you to know
That my faith in you has waned.
If our paths ever do cross someday
Don't be surprised to find yourself disdained.
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