Courtship for Napo day 11

Courtship

A voice from behind asked
Will you…will you come out with me?
I’ve tickets for Louis Armstrong next week,
Oh please do come with me.

The words were almost whispered –
Who is he talking to?
Don’t turn round, I thought,
He’s talking to someone else.

Silence…

Then he said it again.
I hear the desperation,
force a quick look round to find
His  shining eyes are centered
on  my head.

OK, yes please

A true story – that’s how I met my first husband, in the queue for a canteen lunch at work.  My best friend was beside me and I was convinced he was talking to her.

 For this poem, I used a few of the words posted by Elizabeth Crawford