is it too late for me?

i can't kiss just anyone,

she told me.

let alone

do the next thing, or the next.

oh my, she said,

slightly blushing,

or was it the wind

against her cheeks?

it was too cold to sit out,

but we did just the same.

she wanted to catch up.

i always felt bad when

we left each other.

carrying coffee cups

towards our cars.

i could never find the right

words to make her

feel better.

i know he's out there,

she'd say in parting.

the perfect match. my 

soul mate.

it's not too late for me, is it?

never, i'd say cheerfully,

then hug her as she tried 

to smile

the tears away.