we danced on someone’s lawn
i wore a t-shirt, the grateful dead
our birthdays are the same
we decided to meet at midnight to kiss
i was the redhead girl
i thought it was the coffee
your hands were full
i walked in to your shoe store and got down on one knee
you came to the regal and saw a movie
i was cleaning the walls, you were with your parents
i was too surprised
i should have followed you
i think you smiled but it could have been a trick of the light
you know who you are:
mercury is king, but kennedy is an angel
i had my leather jacket tied around my waist
i didn’t want to dance in a leather jacket
we talked drag racing at firebird
there may have been a spark
the concert ended and it was chaos
the screen just went black
you called me a liar
i don’t remember your location’s name
sounded like a forest’s name
blue eyed joe, i’m blue eyed barb
you are in cali, love calculus
your sister plays cello, your brother plays trombone
you had light blue and yellow rainboots
you warmed up my cold winter heart
this is emily, looking for august
my name is gus, remember me?
general peterson, where are you?
it’s me, sabina
your name was emma, your cat’s name was veronica
skye with no eyes, you had beautiful hair
i literally can not get you out of my head
you said ‘thanks very much,’ in an english accent
we should be married by now
taken from entries on missedconnections.com
this is a day late, wholehearted apologies
griff
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