missed connection

I was scared of you at first
you jumped me with a hug
I felt
thick platform victorious secret boots
balancing dark hair, dark eyes, dark little smirks
you were my j.lo
we walked to the black and white video store
you grabbed a copy of Eraserhead
laying belly down on the mattress in an empty room
reassuring me
you would be a great director soon
I wonder where you are now
I always felt like you had something i didn't
like you were a weed breaking up through the city's pavement