night night, baby

Maybe  he'll  be  waiting

on  a  street  corner

or  near  a  bus  stop

on  a  mission  for  milk  and  cigarettes

and  we'll  brush  shoulders  -

somewhere  we  least  expect  - 

and  turn

and  look  

and  see

those  eyes  we  missed...

we'll  say  hello

like  not  so  many  years  ago  - 

all  uncomfortable  and  timid,

full  of  anticipation  of  the  kisses

we  might  not  give...

We  found  our  true  loves...

elsewhere...

But  once  upon  a  time...

we  still  remember,

vague  and  cloudy,

lying  on  the  grass  under  a  magnolia  tree

hand  in  hand

at  3AM

one  summer  morning

until  he  walked  me  home  at  some  early  hour

under  blue  light

and  fading  stars,

when,

with  a  mischievous  grin

and  a  sweet  kiss

he  whispered,

'night,  baby...'