A First Date?

On a day that seemed like hours

With emotions running quite high

Running into all the powers

As you are trying to get by

A smiling face in a crowd

Sends these thoughts far away

An invitation issued imagined or not

Has been put into play

She smiles and waves you take and save

As you walk over to where she stands

She says she is glad to be here 

As she reaches for your hand

You find a little table

You sit and share a drink

She talks in such hushed tones

You don’t know what to think

Conversation is interesting

Thoughtful and secure

Comfort is the reason

You feel so reassured 

 She hands you a slip of paper

You gaze at what is written there

When you look up she is gone

Vanished while you were unaware 

What was shared what was said

Was reason to contemplate

The piece of paper in my hand

Suggesting a first date

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by Bill Ferguson

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