I really liked a girl once.
And I think She liked me too.
Admitting we were too nervous to meet each other, we went on an un-date.
I arrived at the Minneapolis Institute of Art–
as did She, albeit shortly after.
I had made a habit of being early.
We explored the museum by ourselves.
I chewed on the Derain.
And She stole the Monet.
All the while,
Cradling the space between Us.