Still Dreaming of My High School Sweetheart, 25 Years Later
And this time
I'm sure I'll reach you
before your feet disappear
over the roof's edge,
or, if not, I'll see
your muddy eyes,
not just the shadow
fringe of your hair
as I sprint to you,
my arms all tendon,
pulling me closer,
fingers at your neck
and your name
in my throat
like a prayer
I can't swallow or scream.