Lost in Time

To the girl I loved in high school, I never
let you know how I felt. I was scared, maybe?
But your greasy hair, and all that flannel
on top of a killer smile and a shitty
trans am that sort of worked, sort of didn't.
I was crazy about you, but high school ended
we moved on, or at least I did. I don't know
what happened to you. I hope that you got
that car fixed, driving it a million miles
an hour down the highway, wind blowing,
sun shining, and butterflies, inexplicably,
landing on your beautiful, golden face.