Some street corner

     scene where we might have stopped and

talked, once, just for a

     little while, as the shine wore

off the day and the

     streetlamps started to flicker

on and night’s blanket

     of stars began to creep up

over the sky, and

     nothing much was happening

with either one of

     us, so we both just went our

own separate ways,

     after promising, over

and over, that we’d

     get together, sometime soon,

     and really meaning it, too.