In The Heats

There were potions that you could copyright

and you should be behind bars for what you could do to a girl's knees,

you were, in fact, the angel I knew you to be

Someday, far in the future,

on one of those days where I'll call upon a memory that had evaded me for decades,

I'll compare it to you

and then I'll plead no contest

I will recall Saturday, late 1999,

when your feelings had gone by the roadside

and I loved how the age in your eyes didn't match anything here,

but were, in fact, the perfect tandem for the old and steady soul

up here

and one day,

when I am good enough,

you will ask me to go for a drive,

and we'll forget all the accidents before the turn of the century,

mishaps that took away minutes and minutes of your smile