I was just thinking about what you said last Tuesday:
how you’re lonely
scared
wondering if anyone
will ever love you again.

I just want to let you know
if you were so inclined
I’d go on a date with you.

Hell, yeah.
I would date the Hell out of you.
I’d bring you flowers
candy
steaks from assorted nations
Whatever you want.
I’d give you the business!

I understand where you’re coming from,
what he did to you
and how you’re feeling
ever so skittish
now
in the wake of Wesley.
But they all say
when you fall off the horse
you’ve got a get back in the saddle
and I think we’d both enjoy the ride.

I’d love to date you
to show you a good time or nine
in the aftermath of your affair.
I can provide the affection
the attention that you lack.
I’m here for you
if you like.

This offer won’t be available forever,
of course.
Just until you take me up on it.