Our Lips Must Never Meet

If you see my cute lips coming down the street, please take your sweet lips and cross over to the other side. Because, my darling, our lips must never meet.

And Bringing Up The Rear

...I'm walking in your wake, bringing up the rear, passing through the same patch of air that you were in. We'll always be two ships passing through the same patch of air seconds apart.

My Fourth Grade Girlfriend

I met someone today who had the same first name as a girl who I was "sweet on" in fourth grade. She moved shortly after that and I never heard of her again.

It made me think, what if that was her? Although of course it probably wouldn't be. I might say, I seem to remember you. We went to the same school for a while. But not say you were someone I liked at the time. Because it'd be a massive drag to hear the inevitable, What was your name again? These childhood romances are best left forgotten. I can't say I forgot, but it doesn't enter my mind very often. Every few years at best.

Well, now it's on my mind. So guess what? After all these years, I googled her name and it came up. She graduated from high school the same year as I, and actually in a town within 25 miles of our old school. I never knew where she moved to.

It wasn't meant to be, unless we meet in a nursing home someday.