Cover cards, hold
them in one hand.
Closed and far away
from prying eyes.
Taking in the situation, worn out eyes overthinking every
turn, angle, crook and cranny. She can’t help it. This is who she is. Wary and
cautious.
Late night, cars and-
Sort the cards,
try to figure out the best combination, the best fit. With the least loss.
But how can she, when
her head’s a mess, filled with imbalanced equations and non-answers, with
turnarounds and take-backs, with what ifs and whys. And she doesn’t know the
best course of action.
“We’ll save that
for later-”
Re-arrange the cards, try and look at all different
possibilities, and narrow them into probabilities.
Too many unknown variables, too many details left blank, how
can she decide?
Hesitant smile,
green plaid, and-
Hold, wait. Think.
What, how, what, ho-
Stumbles, Puddles
and- oh.
Wha-.
“Would you- like to
go out with me?”
Yes.
