the second time I saw you
the brakes of my bicycle weren't working
in the light rain
all I could see was your scraggly haircut
your crooked teeth
your beautiful face
the fifth time I saw you
I was wearing a grey overcoat
we embraced; my guitar bumping
awkwardly against your knees
you ruffled my dreadlocks
and when it came time to part
we surveyed each other for a moment
we came to our senses. you smiled genially
pointed, said that you'd see me soon
I said that I knew that, and I did
but for that silence
there must have been some pleading
in my eyes
and honestly, I can't remember what yours looked like
I can't even remember what colour they are.