i imagine you, tall and proud,
standing beside me, my hand in
yourse, we would walk through
a firestorm of people, of lust
and perfection and sex and
fun, but when you would look
at me, and i into your eyes,
everything, everyone, vanishes, and
when we kiss, we are alone,
one, solid, and the storm, it
rages past us, around us, but
we are strong, together.

though just a dream, i still feel
it as real, and i'm sad.
go to boston, go to harvard,
earn your education. but, when
it's all done, and you stand
alone in your life of friends,
who will you have? i
hope someone.