She Never Texted Me

Poem about a girl I once met.

Her blue eyes pierced me from across the room.
I felt them as I turned to face her.
Serving drinks, she laughed.
I couldn't help but smile at her.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
"What can I get you?"
Her words were like silk, like music.
Her eyes darted towards me as I replied.
"I'd love a vodka and coke."
I was surprised at how deep my voice sounded.
I tried again. "I'd love to get to know you better."
Surprised again at what came out of my mouth, I leant against the bar.
"Oh really?" She blinked.
"Can I give you my number?" I didn't even bother to ask if she was gay.
"Sure." She served me my drink as I wrote my number on a napkin.
She never texted me.

Author's Note

It doesn't rhyme, I know.