Monday, May 9, 2011

An Ode to What Never Happened

Spring break, breaking racks.
You smiled when you saw me.
I still think about it.
A motorcycle,
The blue-eyed cat.
A spark.
I still wonder...
Dream On,
The back seat,
On the way back.
Jupiter is in the sky.
Under the tent,
You pulled away.
Your eyes told me what your mouth wouldn't.
I still dream about it.
It's never the right time,
Never will be.

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