Online Romance Step On Your Toes
I slipped a scrap of paper into Rita's palm and made my
way out, quick on the getaway. I went as she fussed with
her lip balm. She called me up when two days had passed
and explained just who she was. A wave of guilt hit my
pulse and the reason, it was because I didn't mean to
step on your toes. I didn't know she was once with you.
It must have seemed phony, my scripted, calculated pose,
like some horribly articulate dancer accepting a Tony.
I'd written it out, just three lines, only meant to
flatter. It was something canned, something about her
eyes. I hope you'll say it doesn't matter, 'cause I
didn't mean to step on your toes. I didn't know she was
once with you. It must have seemed phony, my scripted,
calculated pose. I didn't know who I was talking to; I
was just lonely. What to do when I find out my friend has
just shrunk down to one from two yet I was blind to the
other number? Yes, I know I stepped in, heaving over a
note as if something just might begin, though that was
not what I intended. I endeavored to say that the way
that she looked was near perfect that lonely day, but all
I wanted was just to tell her so. I didn't mean to step
on your toes. I didn't know she was once with you. It
must have seemed phony, my scripted, calculated pose.
Dear friend, I want to hand back to you this feeling you
loaned me; this verbal return, more direct than a note, i
hope will atone me.
