On Sunday, then.

So one day, I went out,
(By the way, that doesn't usually happen)

Few people talked to me.
Some people smiled at me.
Most people ignored me,
But one person stared at me.

It was so innocent,
Like you are as fragile.
And you reached for my hand
Like catching a butterfly.

The glimmer in your eyes,
Gave it the loudest cry
Yes, I have heard you
Yes, I'll go out with you.

Dear LB,
On Sunday, then.
And I couldn't wait.