It Wasn't a Date

It wasn't a date – just a dinner between new friends.

But when you sat down across from me

I felt a fire ignite inside,

A fire I thought for sure had died.

It felt like such a long time

since the last man took everything I had.

His betrayal left me empty. Cold.

No sparks. No sun. No fire.

No warmth in my heart – incapable of desire.

It wasn't a date.

But there you were across the table.

Maybe it was fate?

Because as soon as your eyes met mine,

my soul felt warm, like you were sunshine.

It was just our first real meeting,

but I felt so close to you.

We laughed, deep from our core.

Smiles rested on both of our faces.

Excitement danced in each of our eyes.

Every moment, our energies were in tune

in a pleasurable tension, to which I thought I was immune.

It wasn't a date, but I didn't want it to end.

A new warmth smoldered inside me – I wanted to invite you in.

I thought about kissing you, but let my fears win.

Because after all – you were just my friend.

So I let you hug me goodbye.

But that fire you lit – it's still burning.

And I don't think it will ever die.