Beyond some window’s reflection,
Sits the girl with pink hair and kitten nails,
Who’s a woman wearing a well-laid suit, with her advancing high-brow-ness,
And I wonder, if this was a long time ago,
What I would miss

I’m grateful for meeting someone like this.
Typed so on the phone; waited with fair embarrassment.
Did she value a boy with ideals, who talked?
Stumbled words and sayings, but tried; like she.
Kindness led our overarching efforts to establish a connection.
We laughed, spoke quite serious; it went hand in hand.
Rewarded with her prettier smile on many-a-occasion…
Said she was different, more calmed around me—less ’socialite’!
But maybe that’s ‘cause I'd been nervous.
Opaque eyes made any mental connection hard.
We were different people; oh well.
Had believed she wasted her time, but then she finally replied,
She had a lovely night, which made her lovingly smile.

So, will I miss the time I walked in the door?
Seeing her sitting;
I turned from its glass back handsomely with a smile,
For the woman with the pink hair, and kitten nails,
Her head well *******-on, and heart kind, patient, good—perfect.
Multiply rich but opaque; I had a chance (albeit slim).
But anyway, such is an experience that can be cherished,
And, for she, be held some places in my life thereafter;
And will, ‘cause I’m the sentimental kind.
That doesn't let anything die.