I remember,
The summer you stood me up,
for our first date. I will never let you live it
down,
but know of the dog-tiredness that crept up past
forenoon
made the alarm clock sleep through you.
Must have tied you down to the bed like a pillow
to a dream.
I remember being too much like a kite without a string to really mind
the breeze that carried me
to my favorite coffee shop.
A Sunday afternoon
I remember, feeling stupid as a half an hour goes by and I
am waiting on the train to find the time to break the
daydream.
finally are you are awake
finally you remember that I am sitting next to you
on the bench in the rain after we feel asleep, and woke up
old Ladies.