You were walking down
the sideway laying path
past the live band.
My breath,
it stopped,
my heart,
it dropped,
and sweat drops rolled
down my hands.
I began to shake
and my insides quaked
at you--
an interjection of
perfection
amongst the crowds
and way too loud
people at this city
section.
I felt my feet
begin to lead
straight to the path
you were walking.
What came over me
could not be beat
by the fear in my head
still talking.
What if you said no?
If you told me to go?
What was I going to say?
What if you were taken?
Could I be shaken?
What if you're not gay?
Before I can think
We're talking
it seems,
you're so far leaning my way.
So I take up the chance
ask your name
and perchance
could I have your number today?

There was silence.

Five minutes later,
I'm feeling much better,
my heart slamming violently.
My palms are still sweating
my eyes dilating,
and your number held close to me.

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Authors Update: She never called me back :( *Snuffles* That's okay...mwahahahahaha, more fish in the sea...