I was already out there
And several times
I had been rejected
I knew of rejection
And doubt, its not yet
Too apparent bedfellow
But I was loud
Also foolish; yes
I pressed on
Unrelenting, relentless
I had many sores
Still to pick
Or to pour over
Stood at the bar
Watching you dancing
Waiting for the interval
Or the intermission
As it’s called in the movies
Where I would
Most definitely
Have bought you a vanilla ice-cream
Of course you could have refused it
But why would you
It wasn’t for anything
