Some yesterdays ago I wore wool socks
you blocked your memory of her from your list of setbacks
I played hooky with better judgement
Sitting in class was counting the colors in your eyes
To your surprise I found 3

Bells of a church rang through the halls
and we ran to the library stacks
with furrowed brows and uptight glances
I tasted your soul and you tasted mine,
a flavorful pantomime on that tried thursday

There was Easy Street, Thanh Brothers, the Central Library
none as captivating as that escalating moment at the waterfront
breathing deep a salty breeze, and your old spice cologne in the hair you tease
We had moments

Bringing you home, we abhor being alone
your tears never ceased flowing
im growing with pain,
feeling burnt from your flame,

don't dare touch it to your temples any more

when  this all began, I contemplated whether or not I would let you completely in,
being that I haven't changed the answer was predetermined,
but for a little while I rolled the thought on my tongue.
asking,
Will she like me even through the stains?