"You're just too easy to love," she said
so casually, "I could never just settle on you,
you just lack some kind of mystery..."
as her arms found their way around
my waist, her breath to my ear
"I guess you're just too ordinary..."

"Then why are you here?
and you do not love me- not yet,
so I wouldn't speak with such
confidence."

She fell back, then. A thoughtful
look on a puzzled girl lost in a world
filled with "philosophers" of the new age.
I just hummed along to the beat
and took her words in stride;
wouldn't let go of her fingers,
it just ain't my jam.

We walked for a few blocks,
shop to shop in some historic downtown.
Following our whims in silence
until she broke away.

She ran a few steps ahead, I just looked
along and waited for her eyes to find me again
and I asked, "If I'm so ordinary, so lacking to you,
then why don't you just keep running?"

Maybe it was something
in my eyes,
or something I said,
maybe it was something in her mood,
but she came back again.