About me playing with my kitten
Upstairs in Long Beach one day
In the afternoon she had written
One of many with few if any
Bad days like were on the way
Boy-genius was the tip of the stone
Well made of my immaturity
Fate would wait to disappoint
But having been together alone
We were not to be as we had been
Now I would forget I know
How we were when we were not to be
Because that was a lifetime ago
She read in my head (and heart maybe)
Until now still haunting me
Love ya!
Jane
Ron