Her blinking slows as I memorize
The way the waiter bring two sets
Of plates and a small black box.
In this half quarter second
I study the glasses and the wine
Outside the rain sinks like diamonds
In a faint drumming, beating faster
Than my heart.
She told me it was her favorite place,
I should order the shrimp pasta,
I ordered two.
The wine is from the year we met,
But I’m worried it’ll be too sweet,
Too much planning leads to an
Inevitable end, but I want to believe
That tonight the world will be on my
Side, that tonight can become a time
We can look back to and thank the
Stars we poked elbows on the subway.
Perhaps I think too much.
Look at me, stretching a moment
Into a million, just so I can watch the rain.