Another poem

Thinking about a bf,

I always imagine what he would look like,

Looking for love at the wrong place and time, it's the pandemic silly, passing through the city with the cuties masked, I have to use my imagination to guess their look,

There's only so much time before things go back to normal, I sigh,

I have found an AI camera app that can change the pic without masked,

Or we can swap masks on the train to see each other, that would be beau,

I wish to have a collection of masks of guys I have gone on dates, to smell their breath, as bad as it could be,

I would put it down there, maybe 🤔. No that would be my last resort,

If a guy dropped his mask, I would use it as an excuse to chase after him, find his phone number, and see if he's a potential date, hope not to be ghosted,

Every mask is a gift that I can give to the next guy I find on the train, no don't pass covid,

Am I obsessed with masks? No don't diagnose me on the dsm-5,

This is just a poem.