He found the ring in his tea cup.
Crap!
Sure, she was nice and all
But no one on Tinder really believes that
It’ll end in commitment
His stomach lurched
“Marriage...” he whispered.
She had been perusing the dessert menu
Trying to pick an expensive ending
To an expensive meal
Before she broke up with this
Boring, not-bright but beautiful boy
And that’s when she heard him whisper,
“Marriage...”
Crap!
No one on Tinder really believes that
It’ll end in commitment
Her stomach lurched
But she’d gone on Tinder because she was lonely
So tired of nights alone
It hadn’t been so bad
These past few weeks
“Maybe...” she whispered.
He started to sweat
She started to twitch
“Maybe...” he whispered.
They both slowly reached across the table
Scared to touch now that it may mean
Something permanent
Something real.
And that was when the waiter appeared
Whisking away the tea cup and ring
with a clucking tongue
“I’m so sorry. What a fool I am! This is for table 12 not 21!”
They snatched their hands back
Averted their eyes
Muttered promises about catching up
One day
No day
Before bursting out onto the street
Breathless
From the near collision
They had had
With
Happiness
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