From bar bathroom exits this grew into something more than we ever had hoped.
Stuck in my place,
I struggled to say hello.
A bad first impression, laughing ever so slightly,
Your presence came to my rescue like the words I love to read.
Up, up, up.
We gathered to the common grounds of where we would find a new kind of bond.
Passion or not at all, coming around, set in our place.
Blood on our hands, cooling down, life is too short to worry.
Friendly faces from a new land whispered to me in expression about where you came from
and what you planned to leave behind in this world.