Linda

You have come into my life, bright

and curious, you tried to shine some light

into those black recesses, those dark corners, caves

of my being, and in some ways created waves

that stirred life from what has lain dormant

for so long, try to remember, I can’t.

Curiosity became the dream, it did seem,

of all that I, at one time, had been.

That dream, in turn, becomes the hope

to stop that slow slide, down that slippery slope

towards the future you could see, want to realize,

want me to be a part of and help you materialize,

you could visualize but I have become a disillusionment.

A shatterer of dreams, of hopes, a disappointment

I see, I hear, I feel in your reaction

to most of my thoughtless actions

without signs of, without satisfaction

from any or all of my reactions.

 So my Dear, never fear, for here, I will be, your friend

 

until that day comes, when you decide to bring an end

to what we do have, do share and do enjoy.

Until that time comes, - when we need to be coy,

no longer have, no longer share, no longer employ

all that once gave us a measure of joy.

Long after, when the road reaches that bend

and separate ways we shall go, - I’ll still be your boy toy.

B. J. “A ” 2

March 7^th 2003