COULD'VE BEEN YOU

You talked
looked like you in black
big dark sunglasses on a small kind face
i remembered back then
you said you were over 30
that'll make you stay in l.a.
sound like her too
but i can't remember her voice
when you saw your friend the filmmaker
your glasses off
eyes blue
i almost fell in
knowing we'd never speak again
i'm bolted to this air
beyond fair
sun sprinkles
the way a shower curtain in a barroom
potato eyes crying vodka
beyond my stupendities are a whisper
your gentleness just a finger
that's what i'm saying
i'd still kiss you before the car crash
on the bridge
you're not dead in minnesota
i'm not dead here on mcdougall
please smile for me
again