First and Last Date
The space between us is becoming tense
I smile to reassure you
The waiter’s hands are clenched
With impatience, he looks at you
You look at me I want to flee
It’s obvious there won’t be a second date
Please believe it was a mistake
I forgot my wallet on our first date
Copyright © Maina Ndugo | Year Posted 2011
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