We had long been friends, when one night
my girlfriend and I sat at the bar after work.
She said "He's so adorable," and I said "Who?"
and she waggled her finger toward you, bent over
the pool table, long bangs in your eyes. Like so
many things then, I had to be told what I already
knew before I could know it. You pulled back
the cue stick, the cue ball clacked soundly against
another. The red three spun hard across the table,
then rang the pocket, and sunk whole-heartedly.