I saw you again last night, you passed by in the car with Kristen, you were in the back seat and I just stared at you while you passed by the side street. I guess you got out of the car and went across the street by yourself. We looked at us from across the way, and then you started across diagonal, not quite headed for me. At this time I had to go home and was on my way home from this party of sorts. You waited up as I approached. The exchange of words was friendly and none of the future sort, and I walked on home. This time you had really short hair, your skin was pale your make up was dark and you were searching along brockton ave. for your keys.