THE LAST SONG

Can we dance to the last song of the night? Look into my eyes; as you hold me tenderly, Don't let go I have fallen in love with you tonight as we dance to the last song You too will know it.
Breathing deeply, my nerves taking over me do you feel it? The way we move and your touch so heavenly.
Motionless on the crowded floor looking at you without interruptions. I love you, can you hear me, and I love you I said. Then I wake and you are not there.

THE LETTER

Dear Heart,

I know that our love cannot be,
This forbidden love has no meaning to others, but to me it means the world.
How can I give you up?
We're miles apart,
This empty feeling and The telephone conversations keep me cold at night. When I need you I close my eyes,
I'm blind to the world but there you are in the depths of my mind.
I feel love and my heart dies slowly.
The heartbeat is fading away with each word that is said.
I feel my fingers and remember running them through your hair as a child. How do you get over something that never began?
I know our love cannot be,
This forbidden love has no meaning to others, but to me it means the world
You and I united for life and parted by circumstances

LESSON LEARN

I don’t like to smoke, well- I do a little. I will light up a cigarette on occasions, especially when I’m stressed beyond my own comprehension. I was a heavy smoker and what I call heavy smoking was a puff or two, maybe three, then dispose of the cigarette.

I started smoking at an early age; I was 11 going on twelve when it all began. I loved the way I felt, it was great, and of course I felt so grown. I was a woman (a woman scared to kiss a boy because I thought I would get pregnant. hee hee).

That was until my best friend, my other friend and I got caught...OMG…were we in trouble!!!

My mom was so disappointed in me; I felt horrible, (“it could also have been the beating my mom gave me.”) Anyway I was grounded for the whole summer. My best friend was sent to a nun camp and the other wench was outside the next day, waving hi. Can you believe it, waving hi, smiling like nothing ever happened? Yeah, like I really want to be her friend now…trader of the worst kind!!!!

So you think that I would have learned my lesson on that summer of 83, but no, I didn’t. What I did learn was that girls with extremely big foreheads were NOT trustworthy…