There’s a moment before you see the man you love
When your palms are sweaty
And your stomach flips
And you check your hair three times.
When you practice whether to say hello
Or hi there or just hi.
As if it matters for the rest of your romance
As if a hair out of place would be the reason he rejects you
And you wish you’d been to the gym more
And hope he smiles just so
That moment right before you see him
Will be forgotten soon
So you write it down.