Friday, June 20, 2014


When you met me
Still-faced in the hallway of our high-school
I was thinking of musical notes
And the way they might make me seem important
But you,
Rooting and desperate as any infant,
Found a pretty girl with a head full of jabber
And only noticed the pretty.
You grabbed hold, not knowing that
The craggy drive we’d take would last thirty years
Maybe more