You are not my movie script ending
But you're an action sequence.
You are not my Shakespearean romantic tragedy
That I profess to an audience with eager, open ears
Even though I might like to...
Like the woman at the bus stop
Who asked me what time was.
I offered an estimation
Because the battery on my watch had died
and I avoid checking my phone
Out of fear of your responses
Or my lack of communication skills.
We romanticized common conversation
And the minutes turned to months.
The next thing I knew it was January.
I guess I didn't understand her question.
Albeit, you're my new year's resolution
Which could be the apotheosis
Of 2015.
Although the year just started,
I'm assured that nothing could matter as much.