We lingered over drinks, chatting about inconsequential topics. I like the Rangers,
You follow the Royals. I’m a Cowboys fan, you think I’m a fool. We laughed until
Tears traced meandering pathways down our cheeks. I claimed one lonely drop midway down
Your face, but you didn’t reciprocate. Maybe I mistook this connection. Maybe you aren’t
Invested as I am. Tell me I’m beautiful and I’ll forgive your lapse. Maybe I’ll believe you.