I sat unbuckled sipping my drink looking at him
Taking in his features as the street lights go dim
His floppy blonde hair and straight white teeth
I liked what I saw, but I want what's underneath
The thoughtful comment about having a good night
A random call because I'm crossing his mind
In reality it will be over soon because school will end
We will move away and on to a new more-than-friend
I'll get a job and he will chase a dream
The only time I'll see him is when I daydream
I'll call once in a while to hear his voice
Making time to hangout won't be my choice
He will be busy with new people and video games
I'll be distracted working learning my clients names
It hasn't yet ended, but I feel the shadow of fate above
I don't want to like him, let alone start to love
Yet, I know the latter will happen only from afar
When I'm old and famous I'll write of him in my memoir
Once my kids are asking me for stories about boys
I'll slip into memories and their voices will become white noise
Thinking back to the night I sat and stared at him
All while knowing I was drowning trying to swim
As I sat unbuckled sipping my drink
I wished I had sipped enough not to think
