My seat upon the balcony in the indoor stadium
Overlooked the stage and playing band.
On my phone, I told my friends where I was
Fishing for jealousy.
(I was an *** then)
She was the only of two replies
"I'm here too!"
Last spring, she told me of her affections,
And my mind fell to wondering if it still was true.

The stick bent, then.

During the intermission period,
I called and asked her to meet me in the lobby.
She obliged, and after running down the stairs,
I considered her in earnest.

The stick was stressed.

I thought about how it would be to hold her hand.
I thought about how it would be to kiss her.
I thought about how she would be.
I reached the landing and jumped down the rest of the flight.

There she was, looking for me.
How long had she been searching for me?
(I was a little conceited then, too)

The stick screamed in pain.

I tapped on her shoulder from behind, and she swiveled on a point.
"Hi" I said dumbly and breathily. She smiled.

The stick snapped. It shattered into a million pieces.
She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

And we talked about how cool her boyfriend was.