blast from the past

don't give me
those eyes...
of course
it was you...
it was you
all along.
strong,
smart,
but too
short...
too short
by a mile.
so pack up
your misconceptions
and i'll bury
my apprehensions,
'cause it's
raining...
our shoes
are lost &
the puddles...
well,
the puddles
are calling our names...
again