Another Poet?

Wow. I'm a a poet, he's a poet, we're both poets. Life will be wonderfully poetic- and poetically wonderful...

Until we both realize there's more to life than making poetry. Together or separately. I say, "I'm just a hopeless romantic, and you're a cynic." He does not like that. "I'm a romantic," he says. He is pissed. And then uncertain. He thinks about my comment again. He wishes he was a romantic.

But he's just a poet.