You took me to the park And we sat on the swings We talked for hours And I didn't even realize the lapse in time. You're proud of me, I think. Proud to be with me, I think, while you take pictures of me to show. I laugh and smile, and self conscientiously act, the usual first date second date I don't know what even. My interests, my problems. Your advice, your plans. In sync. I don't know where to go from here, I just hope it keeps on going.
I don't even remember writing this poem or thinking of it, it just happened. 12:25 am June 22, 2014 Our second first date.