Year 24
My friends talked me into going to a nightclub
I've mingled, I've danced, I've drank
Yet I'm not having the best time
And am currently attempting to come up with an excuse
To go home
While swirling the olive
In my third martini
Did you misplace your wings
And that's how you fell from Heaven?
Dropping the speared olive
I swivel around intending to roll my eyes
Until I spot you standing there
Those dark eyes twinkling
Lips curved into a mirthful smile
My heart stops
Then resumes
Beating quite rapidly
As I greet you
Remembering how to smile
Hey, Nicole
Long time no see
I think it might leap from my chest
When you wrap long arms around me
Eyes slipping shut
I return the warm embrace
Breathing you in
Damn
You don't smell like a muddy tomboy any longer
