’Ts the day
Don’t mind my trembling hands
over dinner table at Casa Italia—and
spilling red wine over your sleeve
Your warmth melts my nervous smile—
or was it Merlot?
A blink of time
'ts a midnight
Don’t mind my thumping heartbeat
my watch says I need help, STAT
In cubicle, I hear my heart
shout in silence—
your kindness eases my nerve
'ts a dusk
Allow my broken articulation—
brain forgot how to speak my language
Though I forward and rewind
this moment with you a billion times
I—I—I (sigh)...
like you a lot, Roger