When I Knew I Loved You
(between space & time)
Missed Connections in Philadelphia
When I knew I loved you.
When I watched you paint.
I’ll always be here.
For nobody else but you.
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
Today we’re featuring three missed connections from Philadelphia – the city of brotherly (and sisterly) love. The Philly feed came alive this summer with a flurry of messages outside the standard solicitations and uninspiring pick-ups. The closing line of this post reminded me of Lou Reed / John Cale’s “Nobody But You” – which was also written about a painter. Just remember your experimental hypothesis, poet: daydreams are dangerous.