Post-it Note ExplanationI had a dreamWhere the stage was star-litAnd the carpet was red.The theater was almost empty,There were only three of us.You and I both sat in the middle sectionLike we had been lovers for years.It was by coincidence we were both there.You had an artist sketchpad in your lap,And a 4H pencil in your right hand.You would glance at me occasionally,Olivine-brown eyes hidden behind glasses,And scribble something down on the paper.You stopped only once to take a sipFrom your brushed chrome travelers mug ofExpensive, big-shot coffee.You were back from College.I sat with one seat between us,My hopes as frayed as th