Sitting alone in my room
I fantasized about a hippie
A civil rights activist
A man with a purpose and passion
I dreamt of Abbie Hoffman
And could see him sitting next to me
Fighting wars of compassion
We would start a new revolution
With your tie dye tshirt and afro
You walked in the theatre
It seemed to occur in slow motion
When your peaceful eyes met mine
I sliced my finger open on glass
You washed away all the blood
Binding my fingers tightly with tape
You nursed my wounds and my tears
You held all the love of a Buddhist
Your prayer beads hung from your wrist
I wanted to know all of your peace
But the summer ended fast
Are you still just as holy as then?
I wonder if you still shine
Your new fiancé seems nice
I always thought we could have been great
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