Fling

I cannot remember your face, tonite

Wide awake as my mind floats back in time

We were acquaintances, merely

You were after my good friend

And thought, I'd fix you up with her

How naive, mister

And hence you befriended me

But slowly you gave up on my friend

Because that was not to be

And that was that

Years later I visited your city 

Wild, by the sea

And you felt obligated to show me around

Or you wanted to, really

I didn't bother to know

I was elated, you showed up

Mostly, just showing up matters

You took me out for pizza

And to the movies 

To stake dinners with candles

It felt funny because I really dressed up

Skirts and heels, so not me 

You teased me and stepped back

We had been careful about crossing lines 

I treated you to a sub, 

In a sunny looking subway on a Saturday 

Remember?

And spilled coke all over your shirt

My face was flushed pink 

And you seemed totally okay

Somewhere there we crossed those lines

You made me garlic bread 

In the middle of the night

We ate bars of chocolate 

And kissed in the dark

I wasn't the pretty one

Definitely not your type

You were far from my type too

We both knew and it didn't matter

Such was that fling

Short-lived and too casual for memory

Yet, I remember 

Everything but your face

Later, when you coyly asked me permission 

To kiss me again

I sobered up and said that's not a great idea

How you must've shrunk

I cringe to think of, now