Dream Girl
I wonder how many men
chase me around their minds
lovers of the past, old classmates,
whoever fate decides
do they think of the way
my lips curled as I hid a smile
how we locked eyes in high school
or how I made them feel worth while
do they remember
the way my dress flowed behind me
how my hair smelled against their pillow
do they think of me
or do they need reminding?






