I think about you
and then I reach
and then I don't know what to say
and you reach back
thinking of each other at the same time
but we don't know what to say
anymore. Maybe
it's not the what but the way.

I can tell you the news,
the events of the while
I can tell you about my
new interest
in tile,
the plans for the house and
all the surprises,
the kitties, the forest,
and all that suffices.

Love came and went,
I cried and spent,
wrote some poems
and did some drawing.
I lost my job, I got another
that won't last either but buys
me time to make my own way.
So what else is there to say.
Time goes by and yet
when I think of you,
I still taste noisette.

You have a new love
and I wish you well at that.
And I forgot to tell you
I have a new cat...
I've met a man, he seems to like me;
I don't know yet if he
excites me.
I'm afraid he won't,
I'm afraid he will --
you know how I am with that.

So it's not so much about the news.
sometimes it's Bach
sometimes the blues --
It isn't the words
or the music or rhyme.
It's the connection we have
that goes beyond time.


--XineAnn