Waiting awkwardly as minutes pass my thoughts all start to spin
"what would I say? would it be new to you?"
in front of buildings on a street where I have never been before
observing people as I wait for you.
(Stay calm, Your nerves can't break just yet.)
Fashion compliments to greet you with whenever you arrive
"you look nice" is what I settled on.
A fancy resturant and the way you carry yourself says
A cold cheap beer won't do this time, I'll need some wine,
a match that is elegant as you are divine.
and a hope to make it through this night.
Bravely navigating through discourse, struggling to stay afloat
attempting cover ups with graceless smiles.
Ever so softly, I catch you whispering the word "relax"
unsure if it was meant for you or I.
A cold cheap beer won't do this time, We'll need more wine,
and nerves to tell each other that we're doing fine,
That we both can make it through this night.
By our second bottle,
you mention that the whisper to yourself
was you winning a battle, where losing meant you'd leave
you persevered, you saw that fight in me.
Asssured me that,
"Some cold cheap beers will do just fine, fuck all this wine!"
A single thought not spinning to end the night......
I think you and I will be alright!