Billy was a boy
I saw at a coffee place
I used to frequent
when I needed catharsis
He had long hair
with a freckled face
he played the guitar
and sang my favorites

I called him Billy
but that wasn't his name
I never got a chance
to talk with him face to face

I swear, sometimes I thought
He looked me in the eyes
we connected on a deeper level
than meets the eye
Suddenly I got busy
started going less and less
That one weekend I went?
he wasn't at the place

Billy was what I called him
that wasn't his name
every time I tried to talk to him,
my face caught flame

Next time I see Billy
I will definitely say Hi
or maybe, I will just start with a smile
I will compliment his voice
and ask him out for a bite
Wait!!
I'm forgetting something
I think I moved too fast
Uhh...Yes
Before I proceed to ask him out,
I will ask Billy,
What name he goes by