Row 7, 6
On Wednesday night I avoided you
Did you notice I was gone?
I would have brought a tulip to
Love you until the dawn
I saw you sitting in Row 7
But I did not look again
Now it’s 59 past 11
And I am alone with pen
I’m the wild man from Row 6
I offer God a prayer
On this Sunday, put in the fix:
That we meet and that I stare