Unprepared to the bone, I was out of excuses
When she asked me out with a heartwarming smile
Not much hope for a relationship with someone
Who prefers dogs to cats… Whose profound depths and sad beauty
Are as shallow as a plate of bland soup
Hold on, where am I? Still crying for Lily
Every week after almost six months?
After rereading words written in March,
Thinking of blue eyes and Lancashire…
Trips to Ireland and back,
Am I still in the same place? Am I lost?
My yes sounds like a shy
“Not really looking forward to that”
But I’m not in a good place to say no
To a brunette with good intentions
I’ve failed to justify and validate
My reasons to decline and stay home
Next Friday night at eight.
I’ve failed to listen to myself… We both know
I should book a flight tomorrow morning