still

again
or still i guess
wearing that dress
with the pockets
and your hands
fidgeting
like a girl
who wants to be
somebody else is there
at the county fair
it's her
and the boys are boasting
as she flicks her hair
and giggles and sips on a bottle of fanta through a straw
but her face it changes and it fades
and then she's gone
again or still i guess
but there you are in your dress
your face it remains and it's mine
i like the way it shines
forever in my mind