Tuesday, December 16, 2008

In a dream, it could be anyone.

We sat on a park bench 
with the snow blowing
down onto our letterman jackets.

Or, maybe we were on the pine
at an 6th grade basketball game.
A-team, but no way we're playing.

No, I was alone, driving
to meet your parents' house
and I had no clue where to park.

Wait, we were sitting on my couch
and you were blabbering, and 
I finally lost it.

Any way I dreamt it, I surely
muttered in my sleep, "No way 
I want to be like that again."

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