o gosh
i thought i would be
in an alley apartment
in toledo
in the awful heat
but with a girlfriend
living from a dead end job
the way poets are suppose to be
i always thought there would be
a girlfriend, but never as you
i would be sweating
like i am now
passing time on a day off
waiting for the girlfriend
who was not you
to come by
in the awful toledo heat
where people play their music
and arguments too loud
where a week before
july they are shooting off
illegal fireworks
there was no a/c in
my future, but for work
and there was not
the sweetness of you
with your worries
and your smile that glows
against the night
sometimes we don’t end
where we should
but it is nice when
we do