an encounter at one

At a half-open window,
just me and you -
a girl named Katherine
a meeting of truths.

You, a red sweater
over floral print;
Me, a white shirt and
another underneath.

Seated on the floor
on faded blue jeans,
overlooking a field
of lights: a city's scene.

We talk and I laugh
and you smile.
Seated together, alone
for a while.

You point out to me
the highway lights
and General Jones' Armory
bright in the night.

I said I couldn't see
very well in the dark
So you took off your glasses
to see the splotch marks

of orange and gold
and white,
a gesture I took
to heart -

I wanted to ask you
to come home with me
for the view and point out
what I couldn't see.

An encounter at one
and soon parted,
soon to be none,
nothing, really, started.

this was absolutely true, name included. i will admit that with no reservations. it was a nice moment, worthy of more than this incompetent piece of writing. but i tried my best.