unfulfilled

all those times we passed in the night
like missed high fives
all those times we thought, "next time"
like cats with nine lives

but tonight in the sunset
of a holiday season
you were there in the diner
with stop light hair
and the ink crawling up your arm

and way back then
the people we were
would hold a stare
but never whisper thoughts

wondering what we'd look like
with your olive skin and my long hair
tangled in bed sheets asleep