I was staring at the phone all day, after our night together.
Awaiting contact from you, a call, an e-mail, a text.
Fatuous isn’t the only thing I’d be had I held my breath.
An evening gone well or so it seemed.
Dinner, a walk, smiles, heavy conversation and laughter makes the distant shorter between you and me.
A dream of what life’s to be like, now you maybe in it.
Am I too wrapped up too soon?
We said our goodbyes, a long night together, now over.