Making Memories

I met her one evening as I visited a bar.

Her at that end, me at this end…a distance not too far.

I told the bartender to send her down a drink.

I waited for her to glance my way, and then gave a little wink.

I found myself intrigued by her midnight colored hair.

And then I started strolling down the bar right towards her chair.

I introduced myself to her, and she did speak her name.

And now the both of us were playing this flirtatious little game.

Her hand brushed mine and I noticed that mischievous smile.

I then returned that gentle touch, but let mine linger for a while.

We both knew what was going on, as we chatted well into the night.

Nothing else seemed to matter then; it all just felt so right.

And when time came to say goodbye, we did it with such ease.

That magic time we had just spent…making memories.