if you saw me again
would you fall in love
for the first time
all over again?

would you turn around
& walk the other way,
hoping i didn't see you too?
or would you want me
the same way i want you?

would you tell them
you hoped you'd never see
my face after all this time?
or would you miss me
the way we did when you were mine?

would you stop to say hello,
the how've you been's?
planting hope's seeds?
or would you tell me
you realize that we're
all you'll ever need?

i wish i could
tell you
i remember that
bright summer day
i forgot my sunglasses
that we walked out together
& you told me
it's been a while since you had
seen me ...
that warm wide smile
& that long-sleeved white shirt ...
i remember it &
i wish i could
tell you ...
i remember thinking of you
for the first time,
i remember feeling surprised
you had thought of me at all.
i remember thinking you were sweet ...
i remember it &
i wish i could
tell you . . .

although the leaves have turned brown
& the wind has them fallen to the ground,
the sky has turned a shade of gray
& the air bites gently at fingertips,
pumpkins & pies take over dinner plates
& multicolored lights decorate our homes,

i will always remember him with sunkissed skin
& soft brown wind-blown hair,
that same wide smile
& a smooth warm voice,
with summer-crazed eyes
& a daisy in his hair . . .
<3

a crowd surrounding

loud music, bass pounding.

grill smoke

"diet pepsi or coke?"

this must be a dream, a pinch & a poke

fireworks & crossed fingers

THIS MUST BE A DREAM... still the hope lingers...

there are so many people, pretty faces

& we are here, out of all of the places

i catch you staring, our eyes meet

the second you notice me notice you, you look back down to your feet...

i catch you staring again, our eyes lock

i don't want to go home, can't stop glancing at the clock...

i sat in my car for 20 minutes debating on speaking up

i let it be & left, this newfound chapter you are welcome to interrupt

glances shared between two...

i always find it crazy how no one else sees them, innocent & new...

it's like it was meant for us & only us...

only us will have those memories forever...only us . . .only us . . .

you were there
until you weren't.

you made your
presence & absence
a seamless transition,
a folk tale for your passing disposition.

so much so
they became synonymous
until your name
became one with anonymous . . .

i walk past you
with your puppy-dog eyes
following her

it's funny how you become
a total stranger
when she's around

does she even know
we still talk?

are we an item?
are we a figment?
a work of fiction or
a smear of pigment?

does she really know you? . . .
does she really see you? . . .

i walk past you again
& again & again
& i'm convinced
i must be translucent...

a phantasm
a mere spectating specter
a presence
a ghost...

even after all this time
you still pull
cheap moves
on the one that might
care about you the most.