I ordered a knitted beanie for a waitress.
Floofy pom pom. Black with white snowflakes.
Silly, I’m sure. She’ll never fall in love with me.
But her smiles, her kind words, my soul partakes.
So cold, and it’s starting to snow, flashes in the night.
Hot coffee, and chili, and nervous, fluttering butterflies.
She’ll be on shift soon, and this shit day has made me eager
to see her happy face, to see her when I give her her surprise.
Living alone, all to myself, I want to give a friend a gift.
It’s cold this winter. Give her something she needs in this cold age.
I see her coming in the door. I look down, heart pounding.
I’m just an errand boy, the knight of romance’s errant page