But still . . . Sometimes, late at night, I can't help but think . . . If you were you And i was me A little better It could be A little perfect For a while We could be For a smile A little happy . . . Just a thought I could be wrong. We can't go back A touch, A kiss, How could it be All gone one day "But not for me"? A twisting of the Kaleidoscope A new place Your new face; I see you better now. Where i should hate I cannot feel But now I stand Where I once would kneel. mjh Back to the beginning . . . any and all poetry found on this page is original and the exclusive property of misijane hibner © 1998 ~ 2001 please do not reprint without permission