Standing there aimlessly,
My hands scented nicotine,
Colt legs in new boots,
Then you stepped in.
Could you be him?
The dark, brooding
The bad boy the good girl in me
Fantasizes, idealizes, romanticizes.
But then you were mistaken,
Wrong way, I was going.
As I mutter a sorry,
You walk out, still
Glancing at me as you wait.
I wouldn't have gotten off and gone
With you, striking a conversation
As we went down.
I wouldn't have made a fool of myself,
some sad romantic comedy character
who inexplicably ends up winning in the end.
Though, part of me wishes I had
That I could be so
Maybe, our paths will cross again,
A chance encounter,
The perfect type,
A match, a ride,
A breathing, real, living