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By sassy Date: 2005 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.07.10.12.20311]] |
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It was a November ago gray skies, dead leaves swirling around my feet I was waiting to cross the street stomping my feet to warm them wishing I had worn a scarf or even a sensible coat instead of a cherry red sweater. You were waiting too and we locked eyes you said ooh, gotta love a lady in red and I smiled at you, skeptically though long hair, dark eyes, leather jacket you screamed dysfunction and when you followed me into Borders I wondered if you had stalkerish tendencies but we stalked each other. I was always aware of where you were you watched me too I sat down in the cafe to wait because I knew you would come to me and you did, with your Michael Moore book in a paper bag, I knew within minutes I would love you. You looked at my Dirty Girl postcards and knew you would love me too, and when I walked out of the store that day you had my number and I waited on the edge of my seat an entire hour before you called and I said what took you so long? and you knew that I didn't mean 60 minutes but the lifetime that passed before we met. |