My two cents on change: Last week, I confessed my feelings
And now sit in the car with her, our breaths building condensation
Windows caressed by this year’s first gentle rain
Street lights become captured constellations but I don’t look their way
She says she’s sorry. Time and space.
We wonder: what if we’d met a year earlier?
Maybe if we were a ‘95 and ‘96 instead, would we have met at all?
We wonder: when did you begin to feel this way?
When did you start to feel the change shift in your pockets?
To hide your hands’ wish to fiddle fingers, hair
We play over moments shared since last October
Cry because I’m moving to another state
When we meet again, it will be as half strangers
When we hug goodbye, it’s not even long enough
For me to think in my heart: this moment could be forever
That maybe I can hold onto this
Wear it with me, never lose it
Building creases on my copper face
Until 1996 is impressive
When whatever vortex finally flings me back to you
Will you still take pennies then?