Prose, poems and deep conversations with myself.

The Date

I went out on a coffee date

He was sweet and we had a good conversation

He held my hand when I fell asleep in the bus

But it didn't feel right

I hope December comes soon

So I can tell you how I feel

And be rejected

So I can move on

But right after I wrote this

I missed your call

I said "Whoa"

And you called back

Time flew and we talked nonstop

You said 'Bye' and I wanted to tell you

I missed you a lot

You can't go home yet

Oh, if you only knew

I'd stay here and wait

For you

I was so happy when you called again

Talked nonsense for maybe an hour

I hope you stay healthy and happy

I hope I'll see you soon

No matter how long it takes

I'll see you soon.