I thought I saw your face on the side of my milk carton
As the sun began to rise above the branches of the trees 
The ones that took hours of our days High above the ordinary 
Just beyond the oblong lights that chased the monsters from the streets
From our veins 
Singing and writing and melting 
melting into atmosphere
into stars circling satellites 
 
I thought I saw you on the street the other day
As feet pounded pavement 
And the clouds fought for freedom from the wind 
but magicians will play on the whims of emotions 
 
I thought
But oh, no
I forgot to think clearly
 
I thought a stranger could be a fond memory 
Of another stranger 
Stranger than our tangled anatomy’s on display
 
It was only disappointment covered in Hollywood and lace