Everyone has gone
and it’s just us,
waiting for the other
to make her move.
The longer I wait,
the more I think
I read this all wrong.
The longer you wait,
the more I want to ask.
That smile, your laugh,
the way your neck
looks so desirable
when you throw your head back.
If I am still here
and so are you
and the bar is closing
then it must be true.
Hurry up and ask
before it’s too late,
not just in the evening,
but in this unexpected fate.
Make Your Move
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Autumn Siders 