maybe could have

summer was coming to an end

in more ways than expected.

the wind was about to get a slight chill

and the leaves would soon be changing. 

we would both be leaving what we called home

temporarily at least

and do that sort of dosey-doe 

for the last four years. 

i had to leave,

but i'll let my memory tell me

that she didn't want me to. 

did i perceive a grin

with a hint of lust 

or would i have taken any coincidence 

as a predestined moment

intricately stitched on some Grecian loom? 

i can't recall exactly 

that she was wearing a tank top

but she was wearing a tank top.

lavender i believe. 

if it had happened

it would have been mechanical 

like two animals going at it

because it was written into their DNA

without an understanding as to why. 

then we never would have talked about it

on those meandering AIM chat sessions. 

instead we kind of sat there,

and now i am here.