You were that girl; one for whom

someone as insanely in love as I could, fly

halfway across the face of the earth,

take the longer way home,

circumnavigate the world.

That afternoon standing facing a granite wall, looking at

your caramel eyes, you over my shoulder gazing at the 

meandering Potomac.

Years later you recalling that brief interlude – a vacation of sorts,

commented how I missed the beautiful sight.

And me, shaking my head slowly, my gaze locking yours, smiling and saying, ‘No’.