I tell you my mind is always spinning, it's never silent. Across the table and over the silence, you ask what I'm thinking about in this moment. I'm slightly thrown off by this question and totally unprepared. No guy has ever cared to ask me that.
My head screams "YOU" but it's way too early and I'm too freshly healed to be that vulnerable again so soon. Although, how could I not be thinking about you when you're sitting right in front of me on a date where I'm trying to figure out if we could work out.
I list off the softer whispers of thoughts in the chaos of you such as 'ironing my clothes for work tomorrow'. I'm leaving out the tornado if 'I'd love to silence my imagination with the physical reality of your lips on mine'. I say "having to get ready for bed" and not 'I think I could see you in my life for a long time'.