Poetry About Dating

We choose a table close enough to leave. Two cups cool between our careful questions. You laugh before the story reaches its end. I notice kindness in the way you listen. No future has agreed to meet us here. For now, an hour opens without promise.

Look again from the quieter edge. Two cups cool between our careful questions. What seemed simple opens into history. I notice kindness in the way you listen. Attention loosens the first easy answer. For now, an hour opens without promise.

We choose a table close enough to leave. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. You laugh before the story reaches its end. It returns us to first meetings, conversation, attraction, uncertainty, boundaries, humor, and learning another person. No future has agreed to meet us here. The day continues with a more attentive heart.