Friday, December 24, 2010

301

I can only recall once
We were both living downtown
when we almost met in the day
but lunch in a cafe I'd heard about.
You've said midnight's your hour
since we were young,
when nights in parked cars
in late coffee houses
and on soft summer lawns
blend to meet us where we are.
It's hard to understand
that you go out to the grocery story
and I don't ever want to run into you there.

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