Alone, looking at the stars
Thinking of a girl
Playing her tunes
Ticking down the clock till you can be together.
Phone buzzes
It’s her
Your heart flips
She wonders if she’s good enough
You wonder if you’re good enough.
Two lost souls make one
Hands clasp together
Let’s go to the park…
Sun shines down on you both
Spinning in a private orbit
No sound
No vision
Just two hearts beating
Quick-time romance.