I miss my home. The familiar sound of the trains Who lulled me to sleep. The perennial blue eyes of my best friend Who I almost fell in love with. Once.
It was never that way growing up, of course. From preschool to graduation, Dreaming on the corner of 9th and Summer, Sitting together after school, near the bus stop.
One night. After we came home from college She fell asleep After five hours of catching up She was beautiful And I wanted to kiss her. My startling love for her Expanding beyond friendship Tumbling into the soft light of her living room Strung out like a juicy secret Momentarily perennial.
But I already knew I would never be her type. Then the sound of a train Made her lashes flutter open. And I still miss her.