for my 27th year
I went down to fountain square
strolled back into the same bar where you took me
the night of our first date, the brass ring
I won't forget walking in that hazy place
your white shirt, bent over your drink
nervous smiles exchanged
you tossing crown & coke back
I was too intrigued to think straight
Guess you sorta liked what you saw
Few weeks in, you kissed me in my car
Lana's voice, our background
I drove home in the moonlight to the same sound
Smiley face texts, the neon glare of my phone
I'm kinda tipsy, don't want to lay alone
You'd come sometimes & then you'd slip away
Hold me so close, but you'd never stay
I felt slighted, I cut you off
& when I decided that my reaction was too brash
You let me back around but only temporarily
Now we don't speak, we are strangers primarily
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