Met a guy the other day, his eyes were as blue as the ocean

When he spoke to me, I could hardly remember it's my mouth I'm supposed to open

To talk to him, go back and forth, and converse like a human being

But his eyes stopped me dead in my tracks, and he was the only thing I was seeing

I felt like I could look right through him, and see the kind of person he was at his core

But all the while he kept talking, all I wanted to do was further implore

To ask him what he liked to do, where he liked to go, and did he find me at all attractive

But I had to remember that this was business, so I had to nod and smile as a reciprocal tactic

All I can think about is him, his voice, his eyes, and whether he's okay

Because when I left for the day, he said he was on his way to take his kid for a weekend stay

At his parents' house in Virgina, oh I wish I could remember, if he seemed into me or not

But all I can do is pray for his safety as he travels with whoever his significant other is and their tot

But did I ask him if he was single or taken, hell to the naw, as Whitney would say

Because I feared my heart would break, though I only met him over 2 days, at the thought of him being way-laid

By another woman, though I'm taken myself and I really don't have room for him in my life

But I'd make some room for him, like I would make room for dessert, after a night of pigging out

But damn, maybe this is all in my head...that he can see through me like I feel like I can see through him

Guess I'll find out on Monday when he said he'd call, and if I'm lucky, maybe he'll go out on a limb...

And say he likes me as much as I like him.