After the used bookstore closed
and everyone with us had fled
to wherever they were going
we stood alone in the parking lot
and decided to have our first dessert|
together, pumpkin ice cream
served up in waffle cones.
We stayed until the ice cream joint
closed and even afterwards
we lingered in the parking lot
on that October night.
The blue outfit, complete with blue boots,
you wore to the movie the following week
brought to mind the lyrics from a Rolling Stones song
about seeing the sky in front of you.
Shortly before Halloween we went to a party
and met a self-styled psychic who said our love
was forbidden and that you would move
to California and marry a doctor and that I
would end up married to a blonde woman
I would meet at work.
Eleven years later, you and I
still look back on that day
and burst out laughing at that dumb bitch. - Jeff Barnes
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