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.