The Consolation
11pm a clear winter night,
The moon in all its glory shown itself as the light,
High in the night sky as I took my nightly walk,
In my head I did talk,
Wondering, pondering, formulating, what it is i should do,
For you see i had a plan to ask a woman out,
Spur of the moment Idea when i previously saw her is how this came about,
Most of my walk went to formulation of my plan,
Then it was putting it to work, do the best i can,
I was more giddy than nervous though both extremes ran,
Through the blood in the veins of this romantic man,
I finally arrived at home at last,
Time to see what i want come to past,
After calming myself and regaining courage,
I dialed the number from the recent storage,
Of numbers that were in my phone,
She answered, a cold chill went up my backbone,
"I'm locked out" I said, Apartment 4304,
"I'll be right up, in minutes or more",
Now the plan was set in action,
Time to test my mettle, reaction,
Up the steps she jangled the keys,
And covered up no one sees,
The golden brown skin i wanted to touch intwine,
And although never posess at least temporarily make mine,
She sees that its me and a smile forms her face,
I was in store for not humility, but grace,
"Before you open that door i have to ask you a question",
Eyes locked now, man to woman, this was no suggestion,
"What will it take for you to have coffee with me?",
When i said those words i felt free,
Her response was one that even i dont usually get,
Didnt care though, didnt have anything major to regret,
She then preceeded that her man might not be ok with that,
She told me i was a tad too late infact,
A few weeks earlier and it could have been me,
It could have been that other guy she would have to reject gracefully,
But there were still moments there, even then i had a shot,
Because she made it clear that i was one she definitely sought,
She actually stuttered, she herself didnt know,
Or so i then thought, perhaps i was still too slow,
The look on her face, her eyes and smile, and uncertainty,
I took it al in, tried to squeeze every ounce as if it were an eternity,
She really had the now you come at me with a golden opprotunity that i want, would take,
Now, you want me, should I? Damn he's so late,
Not strong enough to take the lead, i failed where i should have won,
For while she may have had a man they were a couple just begun,
In her grace it could have been an opprotunity to drop him on the spot,
An opprotunity to make something out of nothing, which then becomes alot,
But i didnt press, i only chickened out, backed away.
A lesson learned, my consolation for the day.
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