Held in Reserve


I watched you across the room

glass held close

sporadically touched

by lips

held in reserve


There might have been nervous laughter

an accidental meeting of eyes

I could have smiled

My intentions

somewhat misleading


We traded numbers

or perhaps not

We saw each other again

or never gave the moment

another thought


I stepped outside

some fresh air with the smokers

Aimless talk

Occasional questions

Wistful suggestions

But I think I just want to be alone