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You never cared that I was not a
size six you never gave a damn about what all the rich kids said about you you never thought you weren’t good enough or smart enough you knew you were you thought I was which seemed funny to me but now I realize how much that means I wish I could send that last message I wish I could say I didn’t act like a cold, shallow bitch the last time I saw you I wish I could say I saw you just a short while ago I’ve been filling my time trying to be what some guy wanted ( and the funny thing is, he’s gone now ) and I think that to you I was already somebody’s dream and now I guess that’s the only place I’ll be seeing you for awhile I keep picturing you in wings though I know you were more at home in your trenchcoat and those jeans with the knees nearly gone. You’re a skinny angel, I bet brown and smiling – smirking down sometimes when the giggling girls do something stupid in the computer lab or you hear me swearing at this Compaq ( I remember the look on your face when I said that! ) I wish I’d gotten to tell you that I’m crossing over going into business and computer science – be proud, wouldn’t you? And I’m going to bite my tongue and read those books – Jordan and maybe ( did you read that one I left with you? I never got into Vonnegut much…. ) Schindler’s list, but I won’t be watching *that* movie again (laugh) this was a poem but it’s becoming a letter fast I wish I’d kept you closer to me I wish I’d not been so afraid of losing that relationship which I lost anyway that I lost touch with you who would not have hurt me, I know you better I remember the blue lights and you asked if you should keep your pants on ( I’m smiling and trying not to blush ) You are so sweet. homepage email me |
