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your name here

you’re ahead of me in line

ordering food

a drink with too much sugar

maybe tickets to a movie

that you’re seeing alone

 

and i want to offer

to eat with you

sit next to you

you can rest your head

on my shoulder

 

and i’ll hold your hand

on top of the table

because our love

is nothing to be

ashamed of

 

i don’t know your name

but the way you put

flowers behind your ear

makes me want to

come home to you

year after year

 

and you’re sitting in

front of me on the max

you don’t notice me

almost falling asleep

against the headache inducing

rattle of the glass window

but the way you so carefully

spread tomato sauce onto

a lunchables pizza

makes my mouth water

makes me wish someone would

touch me like that

 

and i don’t know your name

but that doesn’t matter

because i’ll learn it when the

time is right and

buy you warm socks for winter

make you pancakes on your birthday

maybe even learn how to

make coffee that isn’t

an insult to the bean itself

 

and i don’t know your name

but i know you’re the type

of person

that i could fall

in love with

 

(if i only had the courage

to say hello)