Jake's Flea Market

i’ve meant to ask if that was you
a pretty little girl with a perfect face
and crow black hair with a raven hue
of shiny blue

it could be a recurring dream
so tell me it is his thirty year memory 
of you at a window of you at a door
of you at the end of a corridor

it could be someone who then resembled you
though i can’t imagine who i can’t imagine anyone
would have looked as lovely as you so uncertainly
uncertainly i know it was you i know it was you

he doesn’t say a little crush budded for you then
he only says he noticed you he noticed you
and anything more any preteen crush
he doesn’t confess i’m sorry
i’m so sorry i never let him bloom for you