That night in the park, When I drank too much tequila, We first became friends, And I started to see her Around much more. Unlike others she didn't bore Me into numbness. Instead I started to notice The genuine laugh And guiltily pleased face At my carefree jokes And occasional poke. She chose to fling around Yet still enjoy the sound Of my company And conversation. But a question mark formed And hung like a far-off storm. We both knew it, our friends guessed it. But we never did address it. Limbo is an okay place to be; Lots to do, more to see. But the idea of heaven Overbears like a cloudy dream. Not seven months later At Halloween, We watched a Harry Potter film, One we'd already seen. Under the blankets Our knuckles brushed. In a sinful rush, the **** Drew each finger together; Lacing over eachother; Thumbs gliding the skin.
Going out on a limb Was the closest we'd ever been. But after that, nothing happened, And soon she moved away. I'm sure I'm forgotten In a nonchalant way. So I still wonder why We didn't take off and fly, Or at least never tried. So here's the lie, I didn't ever want her. It's better that it was left like this. A train you might want Is much harder to catch Than to miss.