A Quarter Until Ten.

It was another Saturday night,

I worked a double,

I was asleep on my feet,

Then there you were.

It was a quarter till ten,

Almost time to leave.

I knew I'd have to stay because of you.

I marched back and forth in that dining room,

Wishing you'd leave,

I knew you felt the vibe,

It was practically a scream.

Then across the room,

You yelled to me your name,

I didn't care,

So you said it again.

I went to you,

I watched you,

You were so beautiful,

Or maybe I was just delusional,

Thirteen hour shifts will do that to you.

I didn't care about clocking out,

I didn't even know where to start,

So I just told you our specials,

And started to leave,

But I just couldn't walk away,

I've never walked away..

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