Mr. Right

“A waiter came to me,
Excused himself and blurted out:
“Mr. Right is waiting outside,
Would you be kind, madám,
To follow?”
My heart, first, dropped,
Then yelled and shout,
My body’s stiff and numbed:
“It is a Sign,” I mumbled,
“It is a Sign,” I sighed…
* * *
An there he was,
Bad teeth, the biggest smile,
An old friend of mine,
Tiny, pitiful and shy,
Mr. Seymour Reit”