The bench was warm,
the air was still My skirt stuck flat against the steel
You noticed first,
but didn't tease Just handed napkins with such ease
You didn't laugh,
just looked away Said these things happen every day
I muttered thanks and hid my face You smiled like it was no disgrace
See too warm,
my face went red Your fingers brushed the drink I held
The water dripped,
the world stood dumb But somehow you still made it fun
The cicadas sang like old machines You
leaned back slow and tipped your cup
The fizz came high,
but not enough You offered me the final sip
I took it with a cautious grip Your paper napkin held its fold
Still dry despite the plastic cold You said don't stress,
then touched my sleeve
I swore I'd never let you leave
See too warm,
my face went red Your fingers brushed the drink I held
The water dripped,
the world stood dumb But somehow you still made it fun