Each morning, we stood at the bus stop
Not together, but in
proximity
Day after day, week
after week
I would glance at her
in admiration
But I would never
speak to her
There would be an
occasional nod
And sometimes a smile
I would have liked to
ask her out
I had almost done so
many times
But my nerve would
always go
So often I formed the
question in my head
But the words wouldn’t
come out
I always steeled
myself
For the big moment,
but it never happened
Then one day
When she looked
particularly alluring
I thought to myself
This time will be
different
This time I have
rehearsed,
Though only on the
cat,
This time I will do it.
So armed with a well
constructed sentence
I made my move
I took a deep breath
Turned to face her,
The sentence looping
through my head
Over and over
I opened my mouth to
speak
But the sentence did
not appear
Instead jumbled words
tumbled out
From my anxiously dry
mouth,
But not in the order I intended
Some words inappropriately
joined together
Giving an all together
different meaning
That may have caused
her to be offended
It had gone better
with the cat.
I just stood there
Spouting my nervous
stuttering gibberish
I thought she must
think me such an idiot
And fully expected her
to laugh in my face
But instead, she
smiled at my nervousness
And reformed the words
into a sentence,
The very sentence I
had rehearsed,
Spoke it back to me
And then smiling
broadly, answered yes
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