at seventeen our twin eyes met
like passing incandescent headlights
down that gray hallway that
still
haunts
me

 I knew I loved you then, long before I
noticed our identical
yellow-flecked irises,
long before
the back of my head pressed up against the
window of your cobalt Mustang

sometimes my love was so intense
I was afraid if you drove too fast
we would go backwards in time
to a black and white motion picture
with a strange girl and a curly-haired boy
walking past each other down that
lonesome hallway and
not stopping to say, “hello”