I saw a girl's eye on a guy on Broadway, under streetlights, at the height of a heat wave. She held her heartache high like you on that Friday night, out back, tears finding fireflies. He was hooked, reeling wild in the wake of her recognition. I couldn't help but listen in, her face looked like yours, it’s so easy to pretend. I saw you across the room, your hair tied back, icicle eyes wide and locked onto mine. I said, I saw you one more time on a sidewalk, around July, lost in looking at another so, who am I? One more in the millions cast from a velvet bag: the archer aimed at you in moonlight blue and bodied at a summer after party; I could draw back, but honestly a net would wrap around us and cut into our skin cos our heart's are heavy things removed from all things heavenly. The past looms in uncertainty; it's a hard destiny to overcome, but if you find it clearing, I'll find the signs. Until then… until then…
