We ate from one plate,
Sharing food and our lives.
He looked at my face
And I watched his eyes.
He told me his secrets
And I told him mine
(Though only the ones
That we dared at this time.)
It was maybe an hour
Or longer I thought
When leaning towards me
An answer he sought.
After all we had said
And curiously late,
He earnestly asked me
“Is this a date?”
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