to whom it may concern
It feels like yesterday that
I could have loved you
I halfway did
immediately
The first time you picked me up
I wore a denim jacket cinched around my waist
It always gets cold at the movies
plus my shorts were too short
and my buns so round
First dates can be like a crowded subway
standing room only
strangers stinking glaring leering bumping talking breathing
but ours wasn't
maybe nerves and shyness
are what will do us in
I overly think
in poetry
instead of comedy
and you
are so many questions
on pieces of paper
folded
blowing around
my hands reach to grasp
not to crush or capture
but to treasure
if not forever
then just
a bit
more.