Sensitive

It isn’t often I fall in love on a Monday
But I surprised myself how easy it is
During lunch and a chance introduction by friends
As I took in your features, your summer smile
Made my winter heart melt
And I couldn’t help thinking Christmas had come early.
There you were, so sensitive
Admitting you cried at movies
And there I was with my life’s ‘for hire’ sign swaying
In the sweet breeze of expectation.
When it came to leave
We said it would be nice to meet again
Perhaps I read too much into your goodbye
But walking back to the office
My heart broke into a run
And didn’t stop until
I sent a card asking you out for coffee
But come Friday
My invitation remained unanswered.
I stare into the harsh headlights of disappointment
Preparing myself for the latest knock.
So much for sensitive

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