A Familiar Feeling

There is a feeling
So deeply universal
Shared within the palms and temples of all girls
A feeling that rises in her chest
That makes each one of her shaven hairs
Stand at attention
A feeling that no single word
Has the capacity to describe
That pools of frustration well
In her still-puffy
Still-tired eyes
A familiar feeling
Or one that each girl will grow to familiarize herself with
When a man she expected more from
Hoped better of
Is in the end
Simply and truly
A man
Forever wanting
Forever unsatisfied