I remember that walk was the very first thing I loved about you...the first day we met.
We were in that physics classroom in Columbia playing our songs on my guitar and you left to go to the bathroom- and I remember watching your walk- the way you kind of dragged your feet just a little- you reminded me of a little boy.
In my vision, you are slowly walking towards us and I am so happy to see you there- I realize this has all been a mistake- and you're back. I think you'll have some crazy story to tell about the mix-up.
But then it's just me sitting on the bench...in the humid air- you're not there...but I keep looking for you.