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One day I hadn't seen you for years,

You were walking down main street in our old town,

I saw you out the window of a bus,

hair grown long and moving with the wind

My mind, my eyes, knowing what they know, and how I used to feel

couldn't stop from spotting you

from looking, from smiling

Pleased to see your hair grown long

an pleasant addition one a landscape that need no improvement

but only made it more familliar to me.

Another year you were once

still long haired, outside at night

Fiesta, so lights and chaos around and the air by the sea

I don't remember how I found you, or what we said

other than I liked your shirt,

and that I got your email address

But know I ended up there on the belachers with you, my 2 friends near enough,

knowing you enough to be close by

but not as close as I

Warm night breeze of the ocean only in New England and only in June

Back from college and all you had learned and grown

You sat there in the dusk and all your experience and openess radiated out

But still enough of you, or me, that you would sit there and talk to me again

The girl who was there when you first decided to grow your hair long in the spring of senior year

The dusk, (don't care about the lights) the balmy air  (did see it in your hair) the music (just hearing us speak)

soft wind and the sunset colors of your Beatles shirt.