Online Romance Second Chance
I waited under cover of the moon. I waited there with
fifteen jokers, hymnals out of tune, vocalizing of
first loves and second tries. I waited for your eyes; I
waited for your eyes. Finally you turned and looked my
way and you beamed at me as if to say, 'Boy, I'm
checking off my list of everything I like, and you're
this and this and this.' And I questioned for what do I
deserve this fate. To whom shall I indebt this honor? I
watch as you gesticulate, and call me over. Finally we
speak above the din, and with a twenty-six-year-old
heartbreaker's grin you set and launched a thousand
pitter-pats. You had me at 'Hello' and girl, I'm saying
that's quite a feat. A few minutes later and twenty
feet away, you were talking to your friends. I tried to
catch what you'd say, but I couldn't from the distance
of my chair. I watched your fingers in your hair, your
fingers in your hair. And I pondered: would you have
given me a second chance if halfway through a high
school formal I asked you, 'May I have this dance?' at
age fourteen in California. I wonder would you have
batted eyes to block my gaze although I'd meant well,
my loafers low on action on that floor. On your table
there was a pen, and I saw you pick it up again and
again; I wondered what you were writing. 'I'm in it,' I
assured Jenn, seated next to me. 'I didn't have to make
a choice, I just had to use my voice.' I was scared I
might've struck you as genteel, but scraping up the
tater tots enough to make a meal I decided it was
best just to forget as I observed you place your bet.
You placed that little bet, and with that lotto pencil
multiplied your worth to me in exponentials. So I'll
suffer you some boldened pride: believe me, girl, I've
got credentials. And if you'll give me half a chance, I
promise i won't need a second. (The smoke-fouled cotton
of your pants only washing needs, I reckon.) And maybe
we can walk someday to a city park or cemetary where
I'll sing a song about the way you first appeared
before my gaze.
