12. Flowers at eight

Please accept these
As a token of regret
And may I ask further
If we may meet yet
Look can you see me
Anywhere at eight?
I’ll leave it to you
To fix a date

She brings me flowers and talks of eight
And leaves me to reciprocate
Surely she can’t mean what I think she might
That she and I in the deep of night…

She brings me notions that sleep deep down
And asks them to be quickly found
Surely she can’t mean me to take all this
That she and I were meant to kiss…

These are the musings of an older man
With an old imagination
I should know better than to think like this
Than to enter hallucination
Can she seriously think of me
Dream of me?
Can she seriously think of me
Hope for me?

She rouses feelings that I thought were lost
And doesn’t think of the personal cost
Surely she can’t mean that we’re on that path
That she and I one day will laugh?