She was beautiful,
Then,
Probably, still is.
I dont know.
I haven't thought of her in a long time.

We only met in passing a few times.
Once in the basement of a party
Once in my bedroom,
Once while I was working
And
The last time,
That last time
was on the roof of a parking deck

Each time she was beautiful.
She always smelled of autumn.
I was in love.
With her.
Yet, she would never take me.
I think,
it's because of my feelings for her.

Someone she met so few times.

I thought of her today
While listening to music.
I felt as though
she was listening to me sing
She was listening to me sing
About how much I'm looking foward.
I dont think of her any more.
But,
I know I'll meet her again.

In my final moments
she'll offer me her hand.
To take me as a friend.