[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Poetry.A Question

This is a question to all the maybes of the world:
What ever happened to the yes’s and the no’s?
To the expected rejections
To the refreshing exceptions
We really miss those days and those girls.

Nowadays when we call you put us on hold
Even though it took us hours before we could call
We ask you stuttered questions
We ask you quirky suggestions
Still you say “I’m not sure” and that’s all.

We guess we’re asking the girls who will answer us straight
If you can tell us what it means when we ask for a date
And all she says is “Maybe”
And all she says is “I’ll see”
Because those answers make us deflate

And to the maybes of the world, we will ask once again:
What is it that makes you so unlike your kin?
You don’t need to say
You don’t need to play
But it’s a losing game we’d like to win.