Headphones on
Mind off
Summer sun
turning into Autumn chill
When I see her,
Or maybe him?
Step out of a car
and on to the campus.
An androgynous pile of plaid
Tight jeans and a baggy shirt
Everything I could ever hope for
looking like my own slice of heaven,
And as she (he?) walks away
I see our future together
A quiet, poetic romance.
Not too passionate
but oh so perfect.
That slight frame walked
right past me.
In through the main doors
and every lovely fantasy
begins to fade.
The summer sun
Still a summer sun.
Autumn chill is coming
But it isn't here yet.
My mind is definitely on,
My headphones certainly off.
As I think of the odds
of every seeing them again.
While I sit
and contemplate
who should walk past,
its my mental life partner.
She gives me an amused look,
or maybe, he looks annoyed?
And it sits down beside me
and tries for some idle talk.
But my theatre major means
absolutely diddily squat
because I find myself tongue tied,
until I look down,
and see my tongue is actually tied
and I'm living in a ball of snakes.
Awaking on the bench,
not fun.
And from the corner of my eye,
I see mr or mrs once-in-a-lifetime
disappearing into a car.
Oh well.
I'll get her next time
when she's someone
completely different.
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