Fifteen

I keep waiting for the day that

You don't find me so appalling

We might even speak in public

I have this hand, you could hold it

I met you when I was fifteen

I didn't know anything

Now, I think I might know more than I want to

Like what you think of me

I want to show you my favorite

Spot under the Wilson Bridge

Where I would go when they were fighting

I don't know, I thought you might like it

When do you think you might call me?

I'll creep through your spooky alley

Get down on my knee and dig my hand into the garden for your key