Twenty first the Metro
That’s where we first met one night
You were too quiet

We didn’t drink ale
You heard my banana rule
Raw tomatoes too

The waiter was nice
What’s the best dessert to eat?
Key lime pie he said

I didn’t think you’d call
I frankly didn’t care much
You were too quiet

With time I liked you
We watched old movies and kissed
I had found my peace

You are so gentle
Yet a troubled soul beneath
Wanting good to last

We had a magic
But the troubled soul beneath
Cannot see new hope

Central Park is hope
Coney Island is hope too
Hot dogs with relish

Do you have cookies?
Who said that you could eat mine?
I like your cooking

I can get hyper
When I drink Starbucks coffee
I speak fast to you

I know how to speak
I am aware of myself
My heart speaks volumes