Limbo

It's a silver box flying up toward the skies,

A sharp vertical line connecting dots that
were only a conversation and a block away. 
It's that first celebratory embrace, laced with
the scent of leather, those jeans, that grin.
I'll blame my nerves on the free caffeine. 
It's the excitement in your voice, your saunter, 
And honestly, the warmth in your tone when 
sharing lovingly worn snapshots of your family.
It's the I too have no idea what I'm doing, 
and all the ways I try to express that
I have so much faith in your potential and talent.
It's an invitation to eat, drink, and be merry
All leading to an entirely unexpected outcome
Of weekends, conversations, and moments.
It's the replaying of memories in my mind's eye, 
Followed by confusion, uncertainty, feelings.
I don't know how to dance to this limbo.