Slam the mirror shut;
Peeping a fleeting glimpse

Down the stairs I run
loop the post and
Swirl out the door

Into my friends car;
She pats my face
A “natural” blush

My hairs a mess,
Nonetheless
I’m best dressed

You would have thought,
For what I bought;
You’d be more caught

Even if we shared laugh
Would you look me in the eye
with that cracked smile?

Your teasing charm is growing old...
Now I’d rather just sit and wait,
Watch in amusement as you hesitate.