Abundance or Drought

It seems to be
A feast or famine
Kind of life
That I live,
Especially when
It comes to romance.
There are times
When I am so
Profoundly alone,
Thirsting for someone
To share a moment or two
Or maybe a life,
And no one is there.
The harder I look,
The harder they are to find.
Just about the time
That I give up looking,
The tide changes
And there is suddenly
Someone there,
But it is as if
Somewhere far upstream,
A dam has broken
And a flood
Of interesting possibilities
Magically came out of hiding.
What I have difficulty seeing though
Is the part I play
In whichever of the two,
Abundance or drought,
I might be experiencing.