You sit reserved.

Not unhappy just not caring.

Legs crossed and eyes averted.

No beauty would make you falter.

They sat across,

Ordered an iced coffee,

Smiled, laughed-

Their beauty made you falter.

But you can pick yourself up.

No more contact, dates.

They’re too perfect.

You’d ruin them, and them you.

But they asked for more,

Wanted to see you,

Meet again,

And again,

And again.

And they never faltered.