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The sidewalks are beating with purpose,
Like feet, my pulse is racing,
Everyone has a place to be,
To get there needs fast pacing.

The tower taps on the sky above,
My foot is falling asleep,
A waiter’s leer is set onto our table,
I am a tip that he will keep.

I push out my chair and check my watch,
Then push it in once more,
She’s not coming, you idiot,
My ego is so sore.

The window to the city reflects a boy,
Still ugly, always the same,
An average face with average clothes,
With skeletons mocking his shame.

At last, the time clicks 3:48,
What happened to 3:30?
Good, old loneliness is asking for me,
This city feels so dirty.

Ten more minutes is what I decide,
Only then can I head home,
Better off for a man to run after airplanes,
And then go to bed alone.

Five minutes scrape down my back,
Family and hotel are waiting,
Whispers float from ear to ear,
“This loser shouldn’t be dating.”

A ding hooks my senses,
Nausea catches me in a net,
She sights our table and glides on over,
Hearts fuelled by a jet.



This journey ends a pace away,
I rise up for the greeting,
Being closer than ever before,
At this long-time coming meeting.

Blood rushes her cheeks with a whimper “it’s you,”
A couple matching with our smiles,
Sluggish words can’t find my mouth,
Which sucks after so many miles.

Fingers trace my spine in embrace,
First encounter with my touch,
Skin is welcoming me like a doormat,
Smelling of vanilla and such.

We take seats at our table,
Adjust for a moment or two,
Been typing for a couple years
That “I’m so in love with you.”

Her voice and I have never met,
Yet there is no match like us,
Her curious eyes behold and study,
She blames her tardiness on the bus.

Next summer is on our table,
When we’ll have more than two days,
She’ll travel to me with a couple friends,
No questions will they raise.

“Do I disappoint you?” she wonders,
Confidence crushed beneath her shoes,
Barbwire fences are growing full length,
Never again will a man woo, love, abuse.

“No,” I tell her then ask the same,
The dream was the girl across from me,
A selfless touch drowning in purity,
That will never cut me free.

My questions never need to be answered,
Feminine fingers are linked with mine,
Enjoying the second touch even more than the first,
I know that we’ll be fine.