Only One

I'm still awake at this late/early hour, and I've been looking at old pictures and reading some of my old poems and journal entries.  I wrote this one over a year ago, and I believe it's still speaking to me today.  That's what I love about poetry (regardless of its "quality"):

One comes along,
and you think he is perfect—
Intelligent—pleasant smile.
No one else can compare.

Or so you think…

There is always another.
In fact, there are many,
but only One will come along
and free you from the world.
~Shannon McClure
2/22/08

The picture's kind of an abstract representation of my mindset right now.  Interestingly, I took it about 5 months after I wrote this poem, and I'm pretty sure I was feeling the same as I did during the process of writing it. :)