might've beens lazy hazy grey rainy afternoon relaxing in a cafe on the corner of 3rd & Jefferson sipping wine by myself thinking of girls gone by- specifically, the girls that might've been- there was one whose name i can't remember beautiful bronze skin, almond brown eyes, auburn hair nice legs- met her in one of my many false starts at college. creative writing class. i read one of my dark poems; i was a goth those many years ago- she saw my darker side through those dark tinted words of morose feelings- maybe she was intrigued, i dunno talked to me after class wanted to know why or how i could write like that i just said ive been through a lot of mental anguish or some dumb shit like that- i was young at the time, 18 and weird- one time she asked me if i wanted to go to san francisco, but stupid stubborn blind young me- didn't take her seriously. i was seeing a girl at the time, the relationship was decaying rapidly but i kept flogging the dead horse- never gave any thought to a new girl but now i realize that the girl, with the name i cannot remember, was digging me i sacrificed san frisco for a love that turned grey and decayed to dust i still kick myself over that one