A Chip on My Shoulder

Your clumsy whims is what snagged me

Gathering glass in such a cumbersome way

Apologies of sincerity on chapped lips

Every time I eat pickles I think of you

How you made me laugh out loud

How innocent life can be,

if I allowed...

I yearn for you when I go out to the market

I even giggle at the thought of the condiment aisle

Who would have known…

I think of your sweet concern for the stranger who helped

Of your ears, deep red

Your humbling joke

I haven’t known of a man of humility in all my years

Until you

And so

I search for you

For that feeling that you have nursed within me

I feel embarrassed even thinking of approaching you

Uncertain of what will happen…

Yet

Brave enough to look

Breath in my throat

Chest too tight

And cheeks flushed

All just starting the engine

Anticipation igniting

I pray this joy to spread out of pretend shopping

I dream of us meeting

I hope you are single

I think of you as so…

Like any pringle, I can’t just have one

One moment with you