#332 Jill Virginia Ii Poem by Jimmie Arrington

You were Kiloloki when I met you;
It seems like many years ago.
Your face was familiar but quite new;
An answer to a question I didn’t know.

Your voice helped me remember
Memories I never made.
Your laugh was the cure for November,
A fragmented life’s first aid.

Your smile was sincere and true,
Virtually incapable of lies.
Your eyes were cerulean blue,
Just like my unborn children’s eyes.

Your ideas were rather unique,
But somehow the same as mine.
Your plans were alive with mystique,
Now somehow our futures intertwine.

You made a fictional reality come true,
Like dreams I never dreamt of.
You were Kiloloki when I met you,
But you were Jill when I fell in love.