II. opportunity makes a friend

during that one hour
that doesn't exist

when anything is possible,
when I wouldn't get caught

I'd walk across town
to the house near the tracks
in the velvety night
to see him asleep

like ages ago in the other life

I'd break the window to get inside
(I would enjoy the sound of that so
-- I'd giggle and hum)
because during the hour
that doesn't exist
I wouldn't get caught
for loving