It is not with the sadness,
Nor madness,
Of Van Gogh
That I exclude myself
...
There it laid
what remained
of your snuffed out cigar
Just lying there...
...
Love the sound of lifted laughter
Love the thought of ever after
Love is love, all love is love
...
You were my very first friend
With sunlit yellow hair,
which directly complimented my dark mane
We were a pair, uniquely different...
...
I can still see their faces, in the hallways of my mind
I can still feel the traces, of the love they left behind...
As the skyline changed and the whole world was rearranged
After the towers fell, we did rise.
...
We didn't know better
Back then
How time would chase our dreams
Change them
...
You could not have been any prettier
than a snowflake in the sun
How your silver frosted glistening glint,
So caught my eye, then melted, done..
...
Did I forget my wrap,
draped over the winged back chair
in the room where you wrestled me
pinning me to your attention
...
It startled me at first, so unexpected...
There between the yellowing pages
of a schoolgirl' s poured out poetry
a scripted note...
...