So, lately, like most people by age,
demons plague my inner conscious.
I’m currently on medication,
they’re a little quieter…
this week was different –
I met you.
I’ll wait till you see this
but right now you’re out.
I think, things like last night,
are worth remembering.
You’re making me smile
and thought I was nervous as hell –
well, not hell,
are there any things you can be nervous as?
It was comfortable.
I’m sorry we didn’t eat what you paid for.
Sun on the river,
then lights on the river
and boats on the river.
I’m not poetic in person,
you know that now.
And I’ve never tried to write something like this
but you should know,
it’s worth remembering
I like smiling.
I’ve neglected it lately.
I like that we spoke in our ‘native’ language,
and I like thinking maybe this will make you smile too.
I hope I’ve made a new friend at least.
It’s worth remembering that.