13 Months In 6 Minutes

Not yet 21

With introductions done

A first slow dance just ends

I was at my best

We ignored the rest

(my band and your friends)

But as better night became best day

We left the party while last records played

What started as dessert back at your house

Ended on the couch

Hours at your mouth

Sunday's on our hands

We followed were it led

I followed you to bed

We started secret plans

Forward 7 months: I've only seen you once

I never call on time

Trying to seem tough

I said one visit's enough

Enough to keep you mine

(of course it wasn't)

We were done by June

You'd graduate and leave for london soon

Your layover at newark's near my house

We met for dinner there

Just one hour to spare

Your 20's all mapped out

I'm in my driest drought

Feeling old and shot and how

And this is what I thought:

I seem to still be caught

I'm a footnote at best

I envy who comes next

Wish we could just make out

'The hour's almost up'

You said into your cup

And it makes no difference now

As I help lift your bags out

That I'm lost and out of rope

While on my wrist you wrote

Your newest number down

I kind of said your name

But you'd turn to your plane

So I backed my car out

I knew we'd never write

(somehow that seemed all right)

But this counts as calling three years out