Fidgeting

I welcome you, my stranger
I think it’s nice to see you again
I love how you fidget and turn
I love how I present and impress
I try to, because you might be

You might laugh when I joke
You might be interested in my tales
You might focus on my expressions
You might try to impress
You might be able to get me

We talk about light things
We poke at histories
We jest and joke
We keep it light
We ask what we need to know

I am aware of my posture
You are moving around a lot
I am aware of looking into your eyes
You are exaggerating your stories
I do the same, and we laugh

They say it’s time to go
I want to stay
You say it was nice
I want to see you again
You say maybe
You might be the one