City

Got there about an hour before we were meeting.
I wander.
Felt like a maze with the walls made of people walking in all different directions.
Pacing the bar, still felt like I was trapped in some tomb-
At the bottom of Penn Station.
I walk towards the entrance.
I saw her as she turns to me.
I thought "goddamnit-"
"She's pretty as hell."
"She's pretty as hell."
By the time we were finishing up our drinks I'm praying.
I couldn't stop staring as she smiles.
Each one she shot at me weakens my knees then I know I'll love her for awhile.
She's pretty as hell.
She's pretty as hell.
I couldn't decide on what I've been feeling-
Staring blankly out the window.
I realize there's no one sitting across from me.
I'd run my fingers across her lips.