When He Met Her

Those witching nights whose dawns forgot to peak

Hollowing moments sneak into our mind

Passion as long as three weeks cannot speak

Billy Crystal makes our forebodings blind

 

Sally believes time is an illusion

“talk about a dark side” when it’s over

On the rock was i filled with delusion?

Years later just a forgotten lover

 

‘Sitting with someone not having to talk’

‘Sure I have just as much of a dark side’

During our last forgotten starlight walk,

while the Cat, Whos and jo jo drink we hide

 

See “ I dont know hes just sort of faceless”

when all this started, worries, were baseless.

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