Walking and Talking,
It all seemed so friendly,
seemed as though no spark could form,
but as we said our good-byes,
I saw that glimmer of hope.
The ever so slightly raised pitch to your voice,
the look of delight in your eyes,
when I said that I could,
that we would get together again,
and I left feeling elated.
Tea instead of coffee,
Lost in my thoughts,
all my friends seemed to notice,
but took no note of why.
It’s my secret,
and I’ll only share with you.
