there in the parking lot
back when the picture was a bomb
you were the only one
the last one
that made me feel

the excitement of the match
a soul mate
rows of children
corrupting the class

but i wasn't afraid of them
or their opinions
of me
with a sarong and roller skates
long wavy hair and
buoyant attitude
that i knew, still know

in a dream you are moving back again
and you always make me
want to return
cold winter nights
the fall foggy breath
in front of my face

i would still reach out
and touch your face
my passionate secret
provoked by your darkness, yes
a kiss in the dark
behind the church
you taught me first
how passion tasted
and i have never forgotten

i hate the haunted lost longing
no,
i will never forget
i will never, never forget you