One Summer Night - That Dog.

One summer night

I was fourteen

He threw his thongs up at my window and he asked if he could come up and see me

He sat in the quad

Across from me

He asked my opinions about his short stories, it was flattering

Saw him at the prom

He danced with me

I asked him if he’d write me when he went away to school, and he said, «maybe.»

We kissed goodnight

I thought I’d never see him again

But he showed up at my window that one hot summer night, and I made him leave