"Look man"
I began to explain
"You cant just ask her if she likes you,
You gotta develop a kinda connection, y'know?'
He looked blankly at me
Turned around
And strutted towards her.
The blow didn't come easy
He thought he had it in the bag
He was very much not in the bag
"What'd i say man?"
I tapped at my forehead
"Its all about the connection."

Sunlight warmed my face,
Wind gently brushed the leaves of the wattle that sat in my garden,
The light danced on the smoky black coffee,
A light that glinted and stung my eyes so,
I went back inside.