All day I wait and yearn for your call
I hope for the smallest thought from you
Reluctantly, I engage in friendly interactions
I know better than to stay at home alone
Moods are scattered and energy is low
It’s the perfect night for dark, open skies
We make a fire with what we find on the beach
And begin to pass around anecdotes and hookah smoke
My half-smiles and subtle laughter are at least genuine
As I wait for that invigorating buzz from inside my pocket
I force myself from habitually glancing at my inactive cell
Finally, I feel the vibration and pray it’s no one other
Your name on my display works like simple electricity
Lights me up and I can’t hide from a soul  
My bright orange face around the fire tells all
You say you’ll bring more wood and join our fun
Only a beach away, still it feels so far from us
Minutes become half-hours and my heart silently sinks
A friend looks me in the eye and says “Don’t call.”
He senses my worry and knows it’s potential  
Another call to say we have our beaches crossed
More panic, fearing you are playing hide-and-don’t-seek
Worlds begin to merge as ‘new boy’ speaks to ‘old friend’
You get clear and quick directions and are gone again
I circle the fire, making my friends nervous
So I walk towards the parking-lot to greet you
Swinging an LED ball in a nylon as a hopeful beacon
Three wood-bearing shadows jovially approach
You ask me if I know where to find Lindsay
I thank the heavens and blush at my insecurity
As relieved as I am, you seem just as happy to find me
The gals exchange approving glances and spark discussion
The men meet and throw needed fuel to the fire
It reflects a now full smile and I flash you lover’s eyes.