Our first dinner --
Your explosion baptizes me in youthful waves.
I get older every year, but
Now I get younger every day!
I know you:
a smile teasing and inviting.
an attitude electrifying and attracting.
Walls guard your emotions --
My feelings are prisoners outside.
Blow me away, then Blow me off.
I grow older again.
Sometimes I still remember you ...
I see a vette
I pass Kroger's
I drive the Neon Curve.
Sometimes I still miss you.
Sometimes I still need to hold you.
I wrote you off seven months before
you looked for me again.
You appeared in my parking lot.
No regal trumpets.
No flashy car.
No drop-dead outfit.
Just you, the way I'd always known you.
Are you looking for what you lost?
Or remembering why you threw it away?