wrote this in november 1998.

i went back to the spot
where we first met
and stood still
like the air stood still when our eyes met
and i smiled
like you smiled at me when our thoughts met
and i remembered the feel of the current
like electricity in my pores
when our skin met
but you weren't there this time
instead
it was just another street corner
random pedestrians
cars and trucks
children on bicycles and rollerblades
and a little less sunshine.

walk good.