Walking by the places
I think you might have been.
Scratch off tickets
litter the sidewalk
that leads to the house
a friend of yours
might
have lived in.
Walking by the places
I saw you last.
Eight years ago
I met you briefly
behind the counter
at the Pleasant Street Theater.
Once at Bread and Circus
we talked for a moment,
but I can't remember
what we said.
Six months ago
we waved and said hello
in the parking lot
behind Thornes
I smiled and blushed
and fell in love.
Walking by you,
a few weeks ago
on main street,
I felt my stomach clenching
and I ducked behind a tree
even though I wanted
to be brave.
-Jim DuBois
June 27, 2005
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