Renee

Nursing a
Rolling Rock
and heartache,
in a joint
with hand thrown
pies and
craft beers
downtown,

I passed by her
on the way
to relieve
myself.

Sitting at a
table -
couple of
kids
Inever saw.

When I glanced
up and smiled
I was stricken,
poleaxed
by her eyes,

her hair
spilled about her
shoulders and
I wanted her

friendship,
her everything,

I wanted her
in a burning
teen crush
kind of way.

I am sorry,
I said,
and she knew.

For what?,
she asked
and it
gave me strength.

Having seen you
this once
I will write
a thousand poems
for you.

She smiled
a Mona Lisa
smile and

told me her name.