Not the girl you meet
Down at church or the local store
Not the girl you catch a glimpse of
Small twinkles in the iris-
Flashes of home

  more of a 2 am blue

Visceral red lights
Chinatown
Buhwick laughter and red solo cups

More of a dark revel in the
Unknown
More of a midnight train into
Where you have not yet
Dared to roam.

More of a fleeting feeling, less of
A rooted tree.

More of the one
That almost was but wasn’t quite
More of a blurred 2 am night.

Not the one you take home-

More of the one you found

when lost
And forlorn.