November 7, 2009 § Leave a comment
I don’t know if you remember me-
I was a friend of yours from years ago.
I was just sitting on the porch of my house,
here in New Orleans, feeling the cool air, watching the purple sky
and listening to the sound of the train pass, when your face came to my mind.
I can still smell your hair. Feel the touch of your skin.
You, beautiful woman, one of the most beautiful women I have ever met.
I just wanted you to know that.
I would have wrote it all down if not for the beer in my hand.
I’ll hang up now- in three-