“Where are you bb?” Your very first words.
At the end of the night your angel had flown away like a bird.
“I’m here why did you go… without saying good bye?”
Drunk on martinis and moonlight, I didn’t recall why!
You’d already fallen for me.
And, for you, I fell from the sky.
You said we’ll make music together, write poems line by line.
You’ll cook for me, while I pour the wine.
How did you know the way to my heart in such a short time?
We planned to party all night and stare at the same moon.
And when you surprised me with a yacht, how could I not swoon?
I am reeling and feeling something anew.
You cannot die from an overdose of satisfaction, can you?
More (a)musings coming soon.
~Just L (March 15, 2017)