nah, its just allergies.

&maybe you will be out
&would like a drink
So I can smile
As I walk by
&that would be the furthest
We go.
Farther than I have ever been
&it would be enough
To see you at peace
Surrounded by song
&laughing with old friends
While the ice melts
In my cheap cocktail
&your laughter
Is the only sound
That carries over
The constant clatter of
Happy hour specials
&bad jokes about office politics
&It might not mean much to you;
Small talk over 2 for 1 specials
But I love the questions
&No one else seems to ask
If Im writing another poem
&I blush because I’m flattered
But I will say it’s just allergies,
Hoping we bloom.