The taxi uncle said to me the other day
that he's surprised that a pretty girl like me
isn't attached
and proceeded to joke with me on how he has a chance now
which made me burst out laughing
I think about you almost everyday,
and when ever my mind wanders it settles
back into your special name and your face
Your low voice.
It's freakingly scary
how parallel you are to the previous one
And i know,
it'll just end the same way
so i dream pointlessly.
but i dream anyways.