Yesterday I fell in love with an idea,
with possibility and potential
and the back window of a truck
plastered with stickers.
I fell in love with supposed similarity
and a shared interest displayed
by a stranger with a foreign license plate.
I lingered for a glance
of a face to accompany my interest.
A silly notion, really,
I had nothing to say -
I wouldn't.
I liked the idea,
the possibility and potential
of meeting a new face
in a parking lot.
Like the plot from a movie
or book or television,
I forgot - this is life
so, I turned my radio up
and I drove away
still heady with what could've been,
what you could've been.
It wouldn't have been fair
because you're more than an idea,
a possibility or potential.
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