I took you to the nicest place I knew, 
Or that I could afford in those lean days; 
We looked down at bridge across the bay 
And saw a few boats distant in the dark, 

Their forms made silhouettes against the lights 
That twinkled from the houses and the docks; 
And sometimes, we looked even on the flames 
Of conversation that that we tried to fan 

To life in words that flickered weak, at best, 
Of how you liked my tie, and I your dress. 
It was innocuous; we aimed for higher, 
But some dates just don’t set the world on fire