Is she the woman I met last night?
I can’t recall her name.
The woman who thanked me when
I offered her champagne?
Is she the woman I think I know?
I know I know the face.
The woman who giggled when
I rearranged her lace??
Is she the woman I kissed last night
back by the telephone?
The woman who hugged me when
I said I lived alone?
Is she the woman who laughed a lot
at my off-color joke?
The woman who kissed me when
I told her I was broke?
Is she the woman who squeezed my hand
when I was feeling low?
The woman who paid the check
and said it’s time to go?
Is she the woman who left with me,
said ev’rything’s all right?
If she’s the woman, please tell her please,
she saved my life last night.
Hugs,
CJ
hugs dear man, Carole~
earned wings through Gene!
Lady Vivian
thank you.
Bob
Anna
Love Foreverrrrrrrr,
Chanti..... LACE XOXOX
Cheers,
Dan
Gotta stay away from bars! Excellent write, my friend.
Mary
Love the approach, the constant questioning
of reality, possibility, memory and event;
you are a subtle seducer, Gene, of us all
and this is a delight to read.
John
It seems Ed, Andy and Jerry have all been there my goodness!
Blessings,
Christine
Superb.
Bartender is a real word?