The First Night We Met

You watched from behind

As I swayed to the music

The first night we met

 

No network coverage

To cover and color time

The first night we met

 

No calls to remind

Us that we’re not wild and free

The first night we met

 

You called me “beauty”

While I saw beauty in you

The first night we met

 

Nineteen-twenties jazz

Silent phones, no texts, and you

The first night we met

 

That first night we met

Could have been the last, but it

Was our beginning.

 

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