A nervous giggle slips my lips
as I walk past; this is the place
where we first met;
Where I first caught your gaze
between the bubbles
and the bottles.
But an electric fog blocks my view
and I cannot touch you.
So a steady hand taps the glass
between you and I -
and sparks fly.
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