I dreamt you up one night some years ago
in Philadelphia
I swore it was your hat flowing past amidst a sea
of people trudging through the airport.
After a moment, I turned around to follow.
Thinking you had headed out the door,
I stepped outside and glanced around.
I imagined you on that bus with darkened windows,
Gazing out as I looked up and down the walkway,
Then I turned, looking directly at the bus.
Sending a message just in case. you were
Indeed watching, first shrugged,
then shivered, you and I could not be we
again the way we were once
in St. Louis and on Finley
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