He rotates the Starbucks cup in his hand
“Maggie?” he asks, as on me his eyes land
I nod and I smile, then I take my treat
and turn to go and grab a seat
but “I like your shirt,” he says with a grin
That’s when my imagination takes me for a spin.
We’re sharing a blanket and watching Die Hard
I’m laughing at a funny hand-drawn birthday card
His hand is roaming down to my butt as we kiss
We’re playing pool and teasing each other when we miss
The scene plays out, we’re dancing in the kitchen, only us two
He’s stroking my cheek with his thumb, saying “I love you,”
but I’m pulling away, anxiety ruining the bliss
His voice is cracking angrily, “you always do this”
Cue the Adele and the rain as I’m walking down the street
when I realize this is a mistake I don’t want to repeat
I’m running back to my room, but you’re already there
“I’m sorry,” I say, your hands in my hair
The audience is applauding, they cry that it’s fate
“Thanks,” I say, just a little too late.
His back is already to me, his hands in the sink
He gets ready to make the next customer’s drink
