Letter

It's October,
but Margo is still wearing a short summer skirt
it's Monday
and Margo should be walking with me 
Laughing
Cheeks flush in the crisp autumn morning
warm hand in mine as as we make our way to school

I fell in love with a tin woman 

she had a hole inside her chest
where her heart was meant to live
but nothing filled the space

she showed it to me one day
we were sitting in the grass, on a hill

I stand waiting 
in front 
of a little cafe 
(it's my first date)
the one downtown
(it's my first date)
on church street 
(it's my first date)
with the purple awning