All last summer
I rode for you
(took you with me every mile)

narrated the beauty of all I saw
(wrote you poems and soul~letters)
you were my dream

Didn't think you'd really come true
(it was enough to absorb your soul into the
pores of my being)

...then you flew over the ocean
and showed up @ my door
(seemed like you knocked it over)

(you got a smile that could open windows
and fill up the gas-tanks of cars)