Sitting Here

Sitting here on this plane
Heading toward her and their weekend
Planned for months, just where to see her
A book with empty pages, and a favorite pen.

Sitting here in this taxi
Stuck in traffic, and it sure is hot
Finds he’s thinking about what she’ll be wearing.
In this weather, she could be revealing quite a lot.

Sitting here in this hotel lobby
The park’s across the street, what a view.
She slinks behind him with lips barely by his ear.
She smells like heaven and whispers, “Is it really you?”

Sitting here on this bench
Green trees that tower
Surrounded by every color of flower
They’ve been here for hours
And nothing is written
‘cause both have been bitten
By a bug that fogs their eyes.