By N/A
Date: 19 September 1998

Many

your tongue, holds her name
And like a drug,
you whisper and tell me
How it was with her....

your eyes, they've seen 
So many others,
when I search your soul
I can see theirs reflected....

your ears have heard
The laughter and the tears,
you've caused when
You held them close to you....

your hands have touched
So many-it makes me sick,
and now those hands, beautiful
Hands are holding mine....

your hair so soft
Tousled by so many hands,
ears kissed gently, eyes wide open
To take what you can and move on....

-JCP