dogeeseseegod

I thought I saw you earlier tonight,

and I walked right on by.

No tightness in my chest. No anxiety.

After all, I hadn't been sure.

 

You were doing something with your hands,

maybe rolling a joint

or sharpening your dad's pocketknife.

In our worst hours,

I thought it'd work thematically

if you fileted me with it:

I'd grit my teeth and stumble

and fall down, and look up at you, eyes cold.

 

I turned around once I'd put some distance between us.

You turned too,

or maybe you didn't,

but someone did.

I couldn't see the eyes behind her glasses.

They were full of light, just like a housecat's.

 

I'm going to run into you someday,

and I'll know when it really happens.

I'll think something snide, 

but I won't say it.

 

Maybe I'll be thinner,

more accomplished.

A little older with a shorter haircut.

But I don't want to speculate all that much. 

 

If we were introduced at a party,

I'd shake your hand and smile

and pretend we'd never met.