Just Like I Would Have Had Judy Garland Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I begin this way for you, and you see me,
And you are on your bicycle,
Petit infant, well contoured- as last I saw you color-
Blind, and working the fondue fountain at
The old Spanish café,
You would turn your bike around and ride away,
And I would smell your dreams for other men
On the sidewalk the other students enjoyed holding
Hands and arguing if the moon was waxing or
Waning:
And I really do not care, but to be put into other ideals
Of you, not transitory bouquets, but ifs that if are not
Realized at least never die;
And say to explore your courtrooms while you are for
A little while adjourned, smoking with the judge, or
Talking on your sweetheart in the phone of the big
City;
And it shouldn’t matter now if you’ve gone away, if
You’ve went ahead and gone and done the big deal with
Your swell friend- I’ll see you anyways in a dream,
And there are a thousand miles of graveyards in this city,
And with my eyes closed can recline beside anyone
And pretend that it is our lover’s grave; and the world
Can sound just as good asleep and blind,
Enough to be as if you were there and this somber place
The university that forgotten day, and you rode your
Bicycle to me, didn’t you, pretty sparrow,
And stayed just as I would have had you stay.