You sent all your postcards and words I had waited too long to never hear and I am so awestruck I didn't think you'd have the nerve to come back here but here we are and across a table
a pitcher a picture of two people half smiling half at each other and half at the strange situations which two people find themselves in and a truth is I can't say I missed you but the truth is I missed you and I miss you still in evenings when I sit alone on the porch with a bottled up every and you would say
this is a moment, we can't be together forever and ever but for this one moment please be with me here with me keep me from being too much of myself, please tell me the stories of people that you think I am
and in this moment, since I have determined that I spend too much of me dreaming for somewho that I'll never find in the world I am living in, shouldn't I try someone new for a change and if this one someone is not quite so new
( if in fact I've been with and will be again )
well that's not a problem 'cause even if you're not a high-crowned hat wearer, a worn down dancer with aches in your wrists and an autumn-shade sweater that doesn't mean I might not fall for you
once more fall for you seven days into the falling you'll disappear and I won't miss you now I swear on the heat that you leave in my bed I swear on the heart that ignores what my head says that I should be leaving
oh not while you're smiling at me.