probably not

Did she come out to smoke?  An excuse to make eyes with you?

Did she look at you from across dark bar room or sun bleached cafe courts for want and affection or because you had been starring – for forgotten endless hours with piercing –

Did she touch you with roses and stare into your eyes the same as every other boy and girl in the room?  Fog from the machine thwarted its mood by a highly functioning HVAC system.

When she sat 3 seats from you, you thought to offer an open hand and half out-stretched arm, that she might do the same, in slower increments, after hours you two holding hands in the blind darkness (or blinding sun), comforting touch then sweaty palms while the guitar screamed so very loud.

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