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The Score
I didn’t see it coming.
First a question, then a favor,
then a chance meeting at that St. Pat’s party where you stuck to me like glue
and bragged how you liked to dance.
I didn’t see it coming.
Even when you tracked me down
at that computer store and begged to have lunch. Or the time you knocked on my door at midnight and offered up some lame excuse.
I didn’t see it coming.
Until you blurted it out
over limp iceberg lettuce and cheap red wine at that corner bar I hated so much
where no one would see us.
