just a quick thought after a glance

you sit in the back –
wearing your
pink sweater
and putting on
chapstick.
you take off
your sunglasses
and that smile
of yours makes
me forget that
i am not dreaming.
you run your
fingers through
your long brown
hair and turn the
dial to the station
we like the best.
i watch your lips
move to the words
that we have sung
in your room a
thousand times –
such sweet memories.
your perfume
and my cologne
compliment each
other as the wind
mingles them
together.
we are almost
home but i’ll
see you
tomorrow.

C.D.S. 22 August 2010