Yeah like the Beatles song
she is a memory,
and nothing came of it.
in my mind what was i thinking.
beside her tattoos, and eyes.
there was another.
but for a moment,
brief and brilliant there was just her, and me.
so simple the world, uncomplicated reduced to the first equation, a girl and boy.
she is a memory, as
she never spoke to me again,
and i don't blame her.
i am sure i have been forgotten, by now as it should be
i am a mistake in many many
a great story, a misprint, if you will.
a villain in many
and hero in so very few.
she did not recall, she did not remember
that time where if we had met before, all of it,
i would be holding her closer than any cross.
i have been wrong before.