navy blue v-neck

i remember waiting for you on our first date

i was so happily nervous...i knew i would be happy no matter what happened because i had been right all along:

if i spoke to you i would like you and then maybe you'd like me back and

we'd go on a date.

one "hey big head" later, and a few extra minutes you spent likely on your hair, or on creasing your pants, we were off.

i spent forever doing my hair, and picking that navy blue v-neck.

i was grateful for the breeze

i was sweatin like a pig. i needed that breeze, goodness.

while we walked i made sure to smile into the trees, not the ground, so you could see i was happy;

because i couldn't very well tell you how gruntled i was.

that i was already knowing these moments as my favorite first date

with this person i finally managed to attract somehow.

I never figured out why...

and isn't that why this poem is about to end?

i loved you bright enough and strong enough, like diamonds.

and i gave you lists and poems and letters for why,

and you gave me my chapstick back. or my toothbrush. tucked me in bed and kissed my cheek, not my lips.

i remember waiting for one on the lips.

(Written October 25, 2019)

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"and isn't that why this poem is about to end?"