Your mother and I
were going through your things...

A dream, a wish
A thought, a sin...

~*Companion to "Sweet Memories" and...
I keep looking for you...

You shook up my world
Like you were really rock n roll...

~*This is a Companion Poem to "Her Brother's...
When I remember Jonathan...

No one knows
Anything but what they see...

My eyes met his
Across the dance floor...

We play a game
A game of tag...

Tonight all I hear is the kind of music you cry to
It brings up all the things you wished for...

I slowly shook my head
And from you I turned away...

This is me looking at you
Pondering inside my mind...

It rained that day
-- that horrid, horrid day...