Butterflies

A flutter dances around inside me

I try not to laugh as I shake your hand

We've never met before

So where did these butterflies come from?

Am I imagining things?

Or did I see you hesitate too

You've got the same look I do

Do you have these butterflies too?

We talk for a moment or two or three

But it appears time has come and gone

I turn to leave ignoring the ache

Of the protesting butterflies

I normally don't do this

But it really isn't me

It's the butterflies asking

Do you want to get coffee sometime?