Soda

To the pretty girl in the soda aisle of k-mart,

I hope you know that your skirt is cute and your winged eyeliner is sharp enough to slit throats and when I saw you I fell a little bit in love with the way your eyes crinkle when you smile.

In the moments before I glance away and mumble an apology our eyes locked and it felt a little bit magic though to you I am only a little bit forgettable.

In another life, we sit in the park at midnight and you teach me the constellations-

but in this one, the only stars are the ones scrawled in pen ink at your wrists.

A girl told me once that I didn't love enough, and maybe she's right but you wouldn't know the difference because I didn't say anything.

In another life, I press a daisy chain into your outstretched hands as our paths cross and mumble something about the finer things in life, and you blush and I laugh,

but for now, we glance away,

tucking what could have been into half-empty change purses, among pennies and last week's receipts.