Oh well, oh well, no spark of passion –
a pleasant diner – beef and veg,
and nothing in your eyes was splashing
that could have pushed me to the edge.
No wave between us, even though
you are attractive well enough.
We chatted in a quiet flow
about ordinary stuff –
work, houses, and holidays -
a neat mundane dialogue -
about winter’s shorter days,
about work overload.
No words, no looks that could have flattered.
Though nothing wrong, but nothing great.
We hide behind this seamless chatter
our disenchantment with the date.
31.12.2013-1.01.2014
A date
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