I met her on the internet
We had a little chat
For fifteen or twenty minutes 
It wasn’t more than that

The next day at 3pm
I saw my screen light up
There was a message waiting
She had not given up!

I smiled, nay beamed it was
Uplifting and sublime
That this lovely lass could one day
Be a real friend of mine

She had put up a photo 
In the app display online
I tended to opt for staid old men
Quoting their pithy lines

The weeks they turned into months 
She suggested finally
That we should meet up somewhere
For sandwiches and tea

I was torn, I was in two minds
To go or not to go
I had had some experience 
Of dejection and of woe

But she seemed different 
Grounded, honest and mature
So I bested my insecurities 
Of one score years and four

I walked in early and sat down
I ordered a latte
I waited looking at the door
And then I saw her face

Gleaming, hopeful, expectant
She glanced around the room
Our eyes met for a bit and then
She looked away confused

She lingered for a while before
She glided out of there
With my disillusionment and coffee 
I sat in my wheelchair.