He asked me was it serious
I said I didn’t know;
But I needed to talk to her
Before I had to go
She lived just down the way
I met her just outside her place:
The breeze was blowing, as
She brushed the hair back from her face
I said, “Last night was wonderful.”
She said, “Yes, it was nice.”
The wind was flowing frigid
As my heart turned into ice
And I realized I’d been thinking that
This girl might be the one —
When she merely passing time
Inconsequential
Fun
