While you -- and I -- are waiting for Part Four of "Old Home Week," I thought I'd post a little poem I wrote about a lost love. I can be brief when I want to be! Just hit the "play" button on my little Playlist before you read the poem itself...
And thanks for your time.
Her name evoked sweetness, exotic delight,
Our love against logic was found.
We burned like a skyrocket, lighting the night,
Till we sputtered and crashed to the ground.
It didn't end badly, yet didn't end well.
She's a part of me still. This I own.
And I fight being thrust toward my personal Hell,
As I sleep with a ghost, all alone.