Love, underrated or overrated we ask?
A kiss or hug when we first we meet?
Or an awkward shaking of hands
With expectations hanging in the air
That the other might take the lead
And go for perhaps half an embrace
And while the hands still touch
No one makes a move at all
Smiling like idiots at each other
Letting the fingers linger longer
With the promise of another meet
While our hearts nervously beat
Reluctantly letting go of the other
And as we take cabs back home
We play it all out again in our head
And keep thinking even in the bed
As sleep plays an elusive minx
We wonder why we weren’t bolder
But conservative like those older
What about the kiss we missed
How could’ve that possibly been?
All those sparks we let go in vain
But they are possibilities still
Waiting for us to meet again
it’s hard to comment on something so honestly felt and so sweetly written.
i’ll say nothing 🙂
Beautiful.
Thanks 🙂