It's Nice to Meet You by Eric Sparks

The first night we met we danced;
we danced quietly under 3 am streetlights, while cops
sat in parking lots and friends climbed on jungle gyms.
It wasn’t a flamboyant dance; it was subtle,
and to many people it must have looked like a hug,
but I don’t think they saw me smile as our arms linked;
I don’t think they saw you smile when we waltzed
across America, stepping on most of the states.

The first night we met we talked;
we told stupid jokes, and said silly things,
and babbled as our not-so-sober minds
took full control of our mouths, but it didn’t
matter because I was just glad for the opportunity
to get to know you.

We stayed up until five;
the birds were chirping, and the sky had lightened,
but we didn’t really want to say goodbye quite yet,
so we just sat quiet for a while and let the night last,
because it had served us well as a true introduction.

It was really nice to meet you;
that’s why before I left, I stood tip-toe,
while you stood on the stairs, and whispered,
what I wanted you to know, “Hey, you seem cool.”
I think you smiled, which was probably the best answer,
so we hugged again before I headed home to bed.