When all was possible,
Beneath the naive veneer.
She was electric to my repressed sense of self,

But still terrified to act.

(in my proclaimed wall of innocence)

No matter how confident my protagonist heroes,
I longed to emulate.
And did.

Each night in my reverie regiment.
Like clockwork.

Yet still I lie dormant.
Awaiting the next stage …

Truth in retrospect,
Was never fully realized.

As envisioned.

As dreamt.

As promised.

Like Herbie.

When all was possible