jm.

no, not in the true sense of the word.
as i recall, i just admired you from afar,
like every sixth grade girl there. like i’m doing today.

you played the drums back then.
today, you’re playing the guitar.
you’re so into it, i don’t think you quite know where you are.
i like that.

i’d say five years have been real good to you,
but those green eyes can’t have happened just since then.

i’m pretty sure you were a little cocky back then.
but that’s okay…most fourteen year olds are.

can i please run into you again?
at the coffeeshop, maybe?

i’ll be the redhead with a mac,
and most likely an iced soy latte.