Acrostic Afternoons

It's where 
My heart goes...

Since the moment
Our hair blew in Union Square
Right near the crack heads
Right near 17th street,
Your hand held mine. 

Found each other
One night when Obama was voted in again;
Right place, wrong time. 

Edith Piaf tunes
Validated us,
Even when we new it was wrong,
Remember when
You fell on my skateboard in
Tompkin's Square Park,
How we howled,
Inspite of your skinned heiney, 
Nights like these were

Future us are
Over, for good or ill,
Regret and life,
Edited us out of
Vanishing became better
Even though we both still will always
Remember that bench in Union Square.