Over Soon

Over Soon

Hidden

Bars

For

Hidden 

Feelings

Last sips

Of beer

Too many

Sours, IPA's

My mind 

Wanders

Watching

Her talk

Watching

Me listen

The sobering 

Moment when

My tab 

States

Too much

As I sign 

Tipping

Twenty two

Percent 

Her hand 

On my lap

Twirling 

Her finger 

Up and down

Grabbing 

Coats

Jackets 

Hesitation 

And that beer

Glass

Opening doors

While closing

Opportunity

Walking to cars

Tugs

Pulls

And kisses 

To come 

Home

All 

declined 

Regretfully

It might

Be over

Soon