me with my thoughts

it's nothing fatal

(or chronic even)

just a thought

it was me

dressed up

in a way that made me

more impressive on the eye

it was different

sitting at a small table in the back

soft music

(maybe in my head

but it was still there)

anyway

the conversation just flowed

as it always did

i never had to question that

for once i listened

probing just a little

maybe to see a new view

something away from monotonous

(revealing in a way)

curled up on the couch

in my favorite sweatshirt

sitting in a way that conveyed

relaxation

sitting back watching my favorite movie

feeling perfect

(somewhat in love)

i guess i had always anticipated

it to be different

instead this was it