The Blind Date

Andy Hunter

She's kissing mirrors and plucking hairs.
Wants to be with someone who cares.
She's running late - puts on a spurt.
She brushes her hair, slips on her new skirt.

She's hoping to meet a new someone.
Who won't just break her heart for fun.
She needs a friend, not just a flirt.
To end her loneliness and the hurt.

Is she too early or is he late.
With trepidation she sits and waits.
And plays it cool, it's just a game.
Thinks nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Now staring through an empty glass.
Her solitude is about to pass.
He calls her name, looks into her eyes.
They share their stories and realise.

They make the same journey everyday.
Both strangers heading a different way.
Together they sit and share their wine.
He makes her laugh - it's been a long time.

  • Author: Andy Hunter (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 10th, 2021 17:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Caring dove

    Nice read 🙂

  • Goldfinch60

    Sometimes that right person just appears.

    Andy

  • Andy Hunter

    Very true. Okay, I used a bit of poetic license but basically wrote this about a close friend who after years on her own finally plucked up the courage to go on a blind date. She is now in a happy long term relationship as a result.

  • L. B. Mek

    warmth, within words
    thanks for sharing

  • Doggerel Dave

    Good one Andy, well put together as usual.
    Just a little worried about the portrayal of the woman waiting to be acted upon.
    Could you do a companion piece from the male's POV, please?

  • Andy Hunter

    Thanks Dave, I have never been on a blind date so will need to give this some thought. Watch this space!!!



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