...likes us, too...

She sat on the balcony of

her 3rd floor walkup

Arms and legs hanging through

bars of the railing

Coffee beside her as she

thought of the night before

thoughts that she

shouldnt be having...

but she did...

These were not thoughts

of the boy she went with

thoughts she felt

she shouldn’t be having...

but she did...

She went to the kitchen

for the wicked punch

and she saw her

her whom she saw before

And she thought...

Where did she see

this pretty girl before

this girl who made her

heart race...but it couldnt be

And she thought...

Maybe it was a one

time thing, this funny

feeling in her

stomach...

But she wasn’t sure

She never felt like

this was what it

was supposed to

be like...

And then...

As she reached for

the wicked, wicked punch

a hand caressed hers

and fingers touched

And lightening struck...

The girl, whom she

had saw before

whose fingers were

lingering on hers

Smiled and said “hi”...

She smiled back

and returned the

greeting...

departing...

Only to find her...

Amongst the guests...

Later in the night

making small talk

as two do

when they first

find each other...

And now, the following

day...questiong herself

was this just a flirty thing

or was it more...

And her heart jumped...

As her phone rang

and her chest filled

with excitement

as one does...

When the phone rings...

From that someone new...

From that someone we hope...

Will like us, too...