sitting by myself, downtown tonight
in a coffee shop of studious strangers
listening to songs for lovers, dancing
in my head, with no one on my mind but
you, taking in the darkest shade of night
and all its infinite possibilities
and me, wondering about the time and space
between you and i, and whether
it could be epsilon-small tonight
i will not be the one to say yes so easily as
this winter night magic is catching up to us
but i will not run too quickly from it
instead, maybe i will run
just quickly enough to rival the starlight
just quickly enough for you to give chase
