By Just Some Girl
Date: 2002 Sep 27
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Again, at Last

When you laughed at the
spilled red wine (on white damask)

I wondered why
I felt 18 again, sitting in class
looking at you instead of
the text.

Perhaps time waits for
no man...

But tonight, let it pause
while you push a wayward
lock of gold
from across the years.