Feb. 28, 2002
Young man,
With stars in your eyes:
Have you found love?
When you visited me,
Many years ago,
Your left eye showed intoxication:
Memories of former lovers,
The excitement of the chase,
And possibly a little too much wine.
You're right eye,
Told me another story.
One of:
Painful relationships;
The scars from being used,
And then discarded.
And yet,
Behind it all,
Was a beautiful boy,
Who was simply in search of:
Happiness and love.
My friend,
I miss your gay chatter;
Your smiles and your laughter.
Stay well.
Copyright 2002, Rendo