I saw you On the train You were immersed in the Sunday Times Headline reading: Girl Missing for 17 years, Finally Found I think to myself you are the dream come alive This is the moment they promise in rom-coms The outlandish answer to "how did you meet?" I promise this time I will tap your striped-sweatered shoulder
Who am I kidding. We were on a crowded bus, my hair Plastered by the neighboring sweat You Nearly next to me, preoccupied, with your Tiny little screen As you stuff your hand in your low slung jeans Pull out a stick of gum which you proceed to chew so loudly
Who am I kidding. I gave you a sideways glance
June 7th I find that sometimes it just seems like the right guy is so hard to find. Truly, romance is so, well... romanticized, these days. I wish there were simply more realistic expectations.