It's seventeen past midnight
Monday morning.
The diner door bell announces your arrival
with an unbefitting lack of grandeur.
You sit next to Kansas City’s “finest”
but the terrors he’s endured tonight
(being poor parallel parking and five-over speeding tickets)
Inspires recollections definitely not worth a few more quarters in the meter.
So you “turn” to me
(being I sneezed and you didn’t expect a late-night shower…)
and professed the most sincere
“Blesh You”
that I quickly confused you for an angel.
I said “Thank you”
by spilling milk in my attempt to dab you dry.
I couldn’t help but watch as the drops
found the best hiding places you had to offer.
“I’m John… nice to meet you.”
But you went to your best hiding place too,
Leaving only the “Finest” gentlemen
Recollecting, enjoying the final notes of a bell waving goodbye to you…
“That’s my wife.”
Author notes
Sometimes, love needs a little push 
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Cute. I like how you incorporated bits of dialogue in this moment.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck!
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Humm..This is stunning portrayed..Well done my friend..My thanks for sharing it and entering my contest...
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