I watched you silly-walk.
Your legs stretched thin,
          Your body a jumble
of comic-meets-actress-meets-
kid.

I watched you silly-walk.
All seven years of you.
          I sat. watch
ing, love
ing, hope
ing that you'd look over.

I watched you silly-walk
and wondered why I'd never
tried that.  Fearing I'd
lost my silly-walkedness
to due dates and a long commute,
or the grindstone never ending,
or forgetting that the stars burn
out eventually-
and I might want to look up and
see them shine.

I want to watch you silly-walk.
Again.