At the corner of a small town lane, in a little coffee shop, late in the dayYou turned around and saw me, Hoping you would make a move. And you walked over and asked my name, but I couldn't say a thing. You grabbed my hand and took me away, I felt like I had wings… You said, "Sit with me tonight?"

If we were dating, I'd touch you, and not just in the private places, behind closed doors and in unlit bedrooms, but  with single fingers, tracing down your arms or with my eyes, still in unbelief that the one across from me lets me kiss their lips in bookstores & coffee shops & theaters in front of everyone, until I had memorized each of your contours well enough to know I wasn't dreaming because I'm pretty sure looking at you, I'd question whether that was really my life.