Girl walked out to her car on a cold Monday morning
outside a college dorm, by a boy in sweats and flip flops,
she dressed in warm coat and carrying a back-pack,
No passionate goodby kiss, or even hug.
Just her smile, and his shy head hanging down.
The smile said “Thanks for the good time”.
A first date? A long weekend?
Will they see each other again?
Did the smile say, "Call me if you want to get together again?"
Did the smile say, "That was fun,
but I have a boyfriend at home to get back to."
Yes, it was me waiting for you.
I make my way down the hall on crutches
a deep aching in my hip,
through the long dark corridor of years
to find you have returned to me.
I can smell your fresh hair,
see the smile across your young face.
You came back to me,
and you were there when it truly mattered.
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