First DateA Poem by Caraline_NelsonOctober 20th, 2015I am lost. Poorly scribbled directions. Helpless, I stop to borrow wi-fi. I stop to say “I’m sorry”. Now seated shamefully, I make conversation. A waiter appears. I have yet to consider food. Excited, my date tells me a story, knocking over his water. I feel more at ease so I share stories of my own. The food is done and we realize it is late. He walks me out and as I wait, he hugs me. © 2016 Caraline_Nelson |
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