December 21, 2015

Thirty Minutes To Alamo Square Park

It was a reunion,
Of sorts,
And I wanted to talk with you more.

But the Canadian transplant wouldn't stop his blabbing.

So I added fuel to the fire,
Disclosing that I was raised close to the border,
Because my silence was getting more awkward,
Bordering on rude.

"You're pretty much Canadian."

Three minutes felt like three hours.

Then we talked,
And laughed,
And walked.

Thirty minutes to Alamo Square Park.

"What's dating like in the Midwest?"

I was going to ask you,
But it slipped my mind,
And I assumed you were single.

Then we talked,
And laughed,
And went to bed.