Perhaps Across The Border Poem by Roger Gerald Hicks

Let's forget it.
Let it die, let it lie-
wasn't it just a lie?

Let's wade in the gutters
Let it fade
Let's watch a parade
but two blocks apart
you on one side
me on the other

It was a mirage
you dodged; I zigged
you thought I was a pig?

Didn't know, didn't guess
let it rest, what a mess!
for the rest, let it whither
like a burning sliver
make at life another try
in short order
perhaps across the border.

I adored that little grin,
just above your chin
when asked if you
were a kisser.
"But listen Mister, "
I think I hear,
"I wanna be your sister."

What's plain
one of us is a pain
I should have taken a train
somewhere else
and not Saint Jo
that damn turbo

True, it was not all you,
blame the poet me, phew!