Flirting

What The Wind Said! (Story/Poem)



Oh, what a wonderful job waitress did,
At the cafe I frequently visited.
Sparking her interest ever so slightly
Our friendship was only so limited.

Noticing the ring on her finger,
But never asking what it meant to her;
Only to assume that she was already taken
by some Hotshot, Big Spender.

For the fear of any detriment
To this simple, but valued friendship.
From this little time, that together spent
Had created chemistry between our intellects.

It didn't always seem like much,
but as time went by it meant a lot!
A simple "How was your day?"
All that, and what-not.

But still I never asked-
What did the ring mean? You see,
What did it mean to her?
What chance did it leave for me?

Until, one day when I encountered
As delightfully as can be-
A soft spoken whisper, like the wind
Of a shore line breeze.

So as I was walking,
The wind said to me:
"Deep down, you really like her-
Even I can -clear as day- see.

But it's only a question,
And you've already accepted defeat.
If you don't just openly ask her
About the ring that stares back at you so noticeably.

It's only a piece of metal,
Maybe it's only a symbol?
Of what has only blossomed
And will soon turn into full Bloom!

So why don't you just ask her?
For the answers, you may never know
In trying to find out
All on your very own!"

Taking into account
as serious as I could be-
What the gracious gust of wind
Had just whispered to me.

I thought ,and I thought
About all of the possibilities.
What was this going to come down to?
Which possibility could it be?

But, wasn't there a reason
for all the talking-
innocent and casual
encounters of flirting?

I needed to know, but the
Conscience over my shoulder, with
wisdom he spoke, he said
"Just keep it friendly, and patiently hope."

But at that very moment,
The Gracious wind sprung into action
Knocking Pessimistic Conscience off of my shoulder
And giving me the sense of confidence and satisfaction!

So as I fired away
with my question of curiosity:
What is it about the ring ...
On your finger ... that I see?

"The ring was an heirloom,
Of family history.
My grandmother passed away-
It's a simple gift of generosity.

My grandmother told me, as to take it off, Never!
For, it was forever a good luck charm. Do this as a favor."
So now I know, that the gentle wind that pushed me-
Was simply, just her grandmother! Shhhh. It was a little birdie who told me!
What The Wind Said! (Story/Poem)
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