Always the Quiet One

When I held back the doors and accidentally my hand touched yours - you smiled But if my voice sounded unsteady it’s because by then I was already beguiled And I knew as the rain beat down outside There was nowhere else to hide You were going to have to speak to me And as we sheltered there together and talked inanely about the weather - I thought How it would be obligatory to ask for your number if this was a story - but it’s not And so, I watch you walk away And then waste my whole day Imagining the things you’d do Like how you’re bound to love quiet men And if we meet again, how I’d actually still not speak to you Here’s the funny part, I wouldn’t know where to start That’s cos I’m always the quiet one, you’ve already gone