Written-in-the-Margin

I always
forget that
you wear
glasses,
but your
hair is
beautiful.
How do
I tell
someone
like you
something
like that?

Strangely
enough,
in that
one dream
you drove
a truck
what could
that mean?

Thoughts
flicker and
die as I
try to
remember
your face
and that
feeling.

I try
not to expect
anything,
but still,
sir, you
said you
would
call me.
And you
still haven't.