Feet burning as

I run across

highway 1

to the sunset

market pavilion,


salt air christening me

that I am finally

home.


here to these

thoughts and dreams

of you.


and your cheesecake

smile.


my belly waiting for it's

daily afternoon

fill of Corona beer

and fish.


hard to believe

I have gotten so

old so fast.


my old guitar

lies silent in

the back seat of

my VW van.


though on occasion

it can still be

heard whispering

your name in song.


and what is to become

of these thoughts

and dreams of you.


Twenty-eight years

later and a world

of broken dreams

apart.


My memory

of you now,

is like

eating alone

and drinking

in the dark,


and old love

is a ***** little

napkin that you

wipe your

face with .


every now and then

I think for

a moment that

I see your face

walking by,


but  then

the sun always

catches my eyes

and makes

me flinch for

a moment in

self-doubt,

and then you

are gone again.


when all I wanted

to do was

buy you a beer

sing you a song

have a taste

of some fish.


and live our

dream over


one more time

again.