I often take the chance to stare/
at the photo you sent when you cared./
It was meant to delight me,/
but now you don’t write me./
I don’t think it’s very fair.-

I cant get you off/
my mind. If YOU need to call/
and talk please do so

I can’t tell you what/
I thought. I don’t know you that/
well. I can’t chance it.

I saw oggled your rear,/
butt don’t remember where. You/
were climbing some stairs.

Your eyes sparkle and/
your smile ignites so I can’t /
notice anything else.

I face and embrace/
a new day. Life is dif’rent/
when you are in it.

Her lips touch mine first,/
and for the first time, I’m so/
amazed I can’t write.

Bon Voyage I wished/
her, not knowing when, or if,/
she’d return to me.

I could go straight up/
the Hill to where she works, but/
would she still see me?

You butterfly me/
the way no one ever has,/
and I don’t know how.
OR
and I don’t know why.