not yet 21   with introductions done   a first slow dance just ends   I was at my best   we ignored the rest   (my band and your friends)   but as better night became best day   we left the party while last records played   what started as dessert back at your house   ended on the couch   hours at your mouth   sunday's on our hands   we followed were it led   I followed you to bed   we started secret plans   forward 7 months: I've only seen you once   I never call on time   trying to seem tough   I said one visit's enough   enough to keep you mine   (of course it wasn't)   we were done by June   you'd graduate and leave for london soon   your layover at newark's near my house   we met for dinner there   just one hour to spare   your 20's all mapped out   I'm in my driest drought   feeling old and shot and how   and this is what I thought:   I seem to still be caught   I'm a footnote at best   I envy who comes next   wish we could just make out   'The hour's almost up'   you said into your cup   and it makes no difference now   as I help lift your bags out   that I'm lost and out of rope   while on my wrist you wrote   your newest number down   I kind of said your name   but you'd turn to your plane   so I backed my car out   I knew we'd never write   (somehow that seemed all right)   but this counts as calling three years out