Nerves and stolen glances,
we sip on our glasses of wine,
I hold my breath thinking
that I wish I could slow down time.
I want to sit here longer,
listen to you talk about the good and bad,
how your son is adorably cheeky,
about the beautiful auntie that you had.
I wish I would have known her,
but in small way it feels like I do,
you tell me what she was like,
and it immediately reminds me of you.
Little by little, we let each other in,
I tell you about my good memories,
but we also touch upon a lot of pain.
It feels weird, that it doesn't feel weird at all,
like we have known each other for ages,
and gently we let our walls fall.
I touch your dimple, that deepens with a smile,
it makes my heart tingle,
I have wanted to do that for a little while.
So, we sit there, in this bubble of our own,
not sure exactly what it means or heading,
this connection that we've grown.
So, we sit there, asking for a little more time,
just a couple a more questions,
just for that short moment that you are mine.