when she notices me
there will be rainbows and sunny skies forever
when she smiles
the whole world will be spinning
when she takes my hand in hers
the dark will be no more
when she gives me her number
her phone won't stop ringing
and her answering machine
will be filled up with
my messages saying
hey
I thought you liked me
***
you ain't picked up the phone
since you saw my picture
are you sick?
have company?
Then six months later
a light will shine on:
Oh she must have lost service.
The only rational
reasons.