Their eyes lock across the room
The back and forth glances begin
Each one making assumptions
Someone has to make a choice
Approaching cautiously, he walks forward
She holds her breath as his stride brings him closer
His heart pounds with social anxiety
Wondering what her response will be
Beads of sweat form on his forehead
Not sure he can go through with this
She watches him walk past her
Another strike out caused by irrational fear
Her smile fades as he walks out the door
Wondering if it was all in her head
His anxiety getting the best of him
The internal struggle never ending
Finding it hard to find the one
When we let our doubts overflow
So, we sit at a bar alone
Instead of approaching the person might be our destiny
©Writing the Rose
©writingtherose.com
29 December 2018
