You held a star, then made a face
Said it's not fair, then changed your pace
You slipped it slow into my hand
Then claimed like I should understand
It's yours next time,
half you said and stood I nodded like I always would
But felt the edge where ink had dried
And knew that something real just tied
Next time's mine,
you said so sure But left the booth not needing more
You didn't check if I held tight But walked ahead into the light
Life feels fun,
but we stayed out The paper bent,
your crease still there
I traced the fold with half a dare
You stopped to tie your shoe just slow
Like hoping I would catch and show The speaker call,
the final round
You turned but didn't make a sound I held the stoke,
then said okay
And followed close one word away Next time's mine,
you said so sure
But left the booth not needing more You didn't check if I held tight
But walked ahead into the light