bbitobhwaobs: Jun. 05, 2003 (7:47 pm)

beautiful boy in the old blue honda wearing an old blue shirt, maybe we would work well together. you who looked through my rolled down window and smiled slightly and whose face reflected in a sideview mirror looked reserved and calm. you who follows the severe curves of the roads behind me and does not speed and does not seem to be in a rush and remembers to turn on turn signals at stop lights. you who looking out your front window looks content, not fazed by the traffic and the stopping and the slowness.

this doesn't matter. we are in our separate cars listening to separate music headed to separate destinations driving down separate streets in our glassed-in-mobile-homes. tomorrow, i'm visiting my good friend at work. bringing him lunch to share. sitting with him because the store is dull and often empty. and because we're friends who haven't been seeing each other much; we've been going where we've got to be going. you are still a wonder, yet i'd like to meet a few new people. you'll be gone in two or so months and i don't want to spend a year making stories up about boys driving cars.

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