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.