i glanced at her while crossing the road
when i heard her stereo, i couldn’t stop.

i had an amazing dream, whether it was true or not.
i dreamed that she spoke with me again, that she hadn’t because of her father, and that we could be friends. it was glorious. i’m holding out for that day. 

“i just passed the chatahoochie,
it’s placid surface lays sleeping, like you,
plunging yourself deeper into cool waters,
with dreams like currents carrying you deeper into my heart.”

“you know what they say, ‘out of style, out of mind.”