I wrote his name over and over, cursive, print, bubble letters
Over and over on paper napkins like a high school teen crushing
I doodled a list of random names spying his booth across the diner
His sandy hair reflected the sun; speckles of firestone in the morn
Nothing compared to the fire, however, burning in my lonely heart
Hiding behind my menu, I peeked above the rim, watching a waitress
Pouring coffee, serving him orange juice with a plate of hot cakes
Drizzling maple syrup, he turned to thank his server; a smile of pearls
His pearly whites were freshwater gems; I wanted to explore his waters
Instead, I wrote his name over and over on paper napkins, dreaming
Dreaming of his baby blues, his chiseled jaw, his perfectly postured body
My posture slouched, feeling weak; my lips went numb, imagining a kiss
One kiss that I pictured from a perfect stranger made me warm and fuzzy
A giddy school girl, I was, living in a fantasy world sitting in a diner booth
Up next to order, I duplicated my dream boat’s request; the waitress grinned
She glanced down at the paper napkins, the name scribblings, and paused
Glancing across the diner, she pointed, I nodded; she held up her index finger
Wait a sec, I thought, What? It was too late, away went one paper napkin
Carried away by an enthusiastic matchmaking waitress to the sandy ones’ seat
Seconds later, maybe five, ten, a million, his baby blues met mine; magic!
The next thing I knew, we were wiping our faces with paper napkins, dining, paired
Paper napkins and love letters, of one and the same? Probably not, but in retrospect
Jottings on napkins were messages to the universe arranging a table for two
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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