Too late

I caught you watching me.

And I smiled

with my lips,

my eyes,

with all my body.

I felt good, you know.

But I didn't think anything special about you.

I didn't think about a romance or something.

And then,

I ordered an orange juice.

You said I deserved something better than an orange juice.

You made me a cocktail,

The most delicious cocktail in my life,

Literally.

There was a red heart on the top of it.

I looked in your eyes.

You were smiling

The same way I was.

And then, 

I left

Because It was the last day of my trip.

Now I'm thinking about you.

I'm thinking if you're thinking about me.

That was a good day, you know.

This poem is about: 
Me

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