Memories of Amanda

I saw you by the stop sign, waiting for the school bus.  My eyes glued on you.  I was stopped at the opposite stop sign and paused too long.  What I saw was my Amanda. 

My pause was too long, and you looked.  You caught me.  But still, I couldn't pull away.  You stared at me as I creeped slowly by.  YES! You were my Amanda, from decades ago.

I drove away but had to park...my Amanda. The feelings rushed in, and I began to cry for my Amanda.

You once filled my nights with tosses and turns, and the things boys do in their own rooms. Have you returned to fill my nighttime thoughts again?  Amanda.

I know you are gone, taken too soon, yet I saw you today by the stop sign.

Was I imagining things? I had to know.

Days pass yet there you are, by the stop sign.  My Amanda.

Did you come back to fill my nights, Amanda?  Or are you here to torture me with your sights?  Either way, I am okay with you Amanda.