There was a moment in LA
where I sat in a restraint.
Candle's made a home
on wooden tables
and the room was bathed
in a warm light.
Eye's glanced out the window.
The night sky snared
oceans waves in ink black
and the two blurred together.
Attention snapped
as people hollered,
my eye's wondered to a group
of people, beer glasses in hand
all crowded around one
of the many TVs that were switched
to the same baseball game.
Eye's began to wonder back to the ocean,
thoughts drifted and the room faded away.
I let myself wonder what this trip
would had been like if
I had a girlfriend and she came along?
Would we be sitting here,
arms dangling at our side
and in the shadows of the barley lit room
would hands meet until fingers entwined
with each other as we wait for food?
Or through the hazy of my exhausted mind
would my head find her shoulder
and as I try not to fall asleep
would she kiss the top of my head
and would the kiss morph into a small smile.
Attention snapped back
as hollering filled
the small restraint on the pier.