In the dim light of the street lamps On a warm fall night We spoke until we were spinning On the wonder Of how this hasn’t happened yet Laughing until our faces hurt Over everything and nothing at all Passing back and forth Stories of past adventures And perhaps we’ve told them before But this time seems different There’s a spark in the air Or maybe a gentle breeze Either way we inch closer Until we’re inches apart Knowing this can’t happen But enjoying the drumroll Remembering That we’re in the company of others We sigh secretly Not here Not now But maybe someday