On your own again.

They're closing the Guardian Soulmates site tonight,
so gather up all your faces and save them elsewhere.

No longer are your preferences important, no longer
will anyone be able to tell if you're interested in men,

women or friendship; whether you prefer the carrot
or the stick.

Since when did you have to choose anyway?

All the love you thought you'd find is being released
from the words on the page; finding piercings attractive

is back to a personal quirk, a penchant for erotica
left again to late adventures under covers

in the dark. Your eye colour won't be narrowed any more
to blue or green, but can remain comfortably

in between. And your preference for Greek cuisine
will be revealed only after he's discovered for himself

that you're curvaceous by putting his hand around your waist,
and that your favourite sort of film is really whatever

he wants to watch that makes his face light up like that
so you can fall in love all over again each time it does.

So pack up all your faces and save them away out of sight;
keep your TV habits and retirement plans close to your chest.

Save conversation for conversations and let yourself do the talking
late into the night. They're closing the Guardian dating site tonight.