THIRD TIME'S A CHARM
One message, two messages, three—
that's when it started for you and me.
Not when I followed, not when you asked,
not in the previous, but in the last.
Then months passed, in comical realization,
with red-faced laughter, nothing's wrong
to make the spontaneous first move
if you're genuine without bitter scheming,
and if he's true and curious about you.
YOU ARE READING
THE MUSE'S PAGES: dawn
PoetryThe other half of The Muse's Pages: dusk, a collection of self-written poetry about her muse.
