Cafés on every other corner, magic spent with a love that’s true.
Loves, lives long lost – extinct.
Enveloped in the winding hills,
Entranced by hazy blue skies,
Could use another week (a month, a year) away,
Lost in the city by the bay.
(My husband, Tom pictured above)
although, I have to let you go,
We’ve been together since …16?
wild young thing,
and you holding me,
caressing the night air like silk.
Every time we’re together
choke on nothing,
s p i n n i n g,
Don’t cry my dear,
this is our sweet end.