our words cross
we talk
every night
a few years
i know your ears
yet nothing about your fears
how you move, your gears
i know your hair
how you’re a texan
your eyes
they’re rather precious
your lips
you seem to have a freshness
one time i put up a missed connection
no response
but that was expected
you think i’d learn my lesson
since i’m not an adolescent
say hello
can i take you to dinner
but i think
subconciously
i’m not ready to enter
to take an adventure
especially this winter
considering what happened
back in september