Catchball

Didn't you know it was hard for me
  to maintain a catchball in conversation with you ?
 I'm a shy, small guy to begin with

we were at St. Marc,
   and my chocoroll was getting colder
        how stupid was I, that in my mind
   all I could think about was that chocoroll.

you would slowly sip your lemon tea
       I'd imagined too, how'd it taste like, I'm sorry
       that lips of yours now stained with
                        fragrance of citrus

little that I know,
            you were just like me