As I grabbed my purse and coat off the bed I couldn't decide if I was more nervous or excited. I smiled as I pulled on my boots. After years of adventure we were going on our first date. I waited on the steps of the church across the street from the garden where we used sit on summer days talking and drawing and soaking in love. In that time we had no where to go, but tonight was your last night in the city before you went back to school. When I saw you walk around the corner I couldn't help but smile, and when I hugged you I was wrapped up once again in an old dream.
We walked to the bar. I could tell you were nervous and so was I, but I had always been better than you at hiding my feelings. You ordered our drinks as I sat in our booth, rummaging through your coat, leafing through the book of poetry I found. When you sat back down I wanted to tell you. How I dreamed of us two. Of violet colored roses and a thin string wrapped 'round my finger for a ring. Instead I asked about you and I asked about her. Even though it hurt a little, it wasn't hard. You had always been better than me at making things easy. We had another drink. I took a sip of your whiskey. It tasted like you and the way it left my lips and tongue a little numb... You closed your eyes and pressed my hands against your face and I dreamed of your lips and my nose. Ten little toes on soft precious feet, getting sticky kisses, and holding the small innocent hands of someone sweet. We split a cig and when we came back in the bar to sit you slid into the seat next to mine. Being near you felt familiar, but it was different. We had both become more of who we were. Your hands were cracked and callous from the sculpting and my lips where stained burgundy from the wine I'd bought from the épiceries. Neither one of us checked for the time, but I knew the dream was almost over.
We walked outside. It had rained a little and the streets were gleaming. You pulled me to you by my waist and I wrapped my arms around your shoulders. I didn't want to let go. I wanted the garden, those hot summer days and my violet covered roses and my sticky sweet kisses... When our embrace ended I unraveled back into reality. You were going that way and I was going this way. I turned and let my dream go, glowing on 110 and Amsterdam.