By Ria
Date: 4 May 1999

Spring Fever

This spring fever
must be catching:
  you ask me out
  for coffee
and I think (or at least hope)
you're asking for forever.

Imagine how 
my hopes were crushed
  when I got your message
  saying you couldn't make it
         you had five papers to write
         you needed sleep
         you were a "grouchy crack head"
I wipe the lipgloss off
and pull my sweatpants on.

Who knows when 
I'll see you next
  you'll be enjoying the sun
  while I wait in the snow	
but ask me out 
for coffee next spring
and maybe I'll throw in forever
for free.