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."