One day in March,
Thursday over lunch.
My heart skipped a beat,
Longing for your touch.
I must’ve been dreaming,
For it felt too surreal, this feeling.
How could I want you so quickly,
When we’d only just met, briefly?
I prayed it would fade,
Like memories unmade.
Yet here I wait, even now,
Longing for more somehow.
Help, I’m still at the restaurant,
You’re still the one I want.
She Was Sea 