Sunday, October 07, 2007

dear matt whitcome

how many years has it been
since i last thought of you?
seven or eight ? maybe more?

remember when you used to hang out
outside the drug store, next door to the karate school
and drink soda and swear with your friends?

too young to do too much harm then.

was that you in the passenger seat of the black grand cherokee?
you waved at me, smiled, as if you knew me,
but you don't know who i am tonight
or what i dream like in my sleep, or waking.

we have no idea about each other.

do we want to?

1 comment:

arch.memory said...

I know the feeling...