I saw you last year,
you performed a set--
all original pieces--
all songs. i couldn't take
my eyes off you.
you were outside of
the restaurant
Isaac's
downtown.
a girl walked up to me, or I to her. AW and I talked with
her--she's a friend, she's got a great voice.
there was a man who proudly
identified himself as a rapper
but couldn't spit a lick of rhyme.
i left in between cigarettes.
a year later I'm enrolled in
the local community college,
entering intro to music theory with PS
and
there you were. i didn't speak to you
because i hadn't remembered you--that's what i told myself i'd tell you if you ever mentioned seeing me before, you didn't mention it--
instantly i thought of every reason
not to talk to you and believed most of them.
weeks passed.
one week in particular you
had been absent. it started to happen again. i trashed myself for not speaking to you.
i was an idiot.
coffee & strawberry was a freaky friday coincidence
until i read the personality parallels.
i swear i just read them sunday.
if you're reading this. it's legitimate.
these things aren't just random.
unless they are