By Kera Ryan kerchofer16@hotmail.com
Date: 17 January 1999

My mother told me....

My mother told me that love was something
that lay in half remembered dreams
I wasn't able to understand until you came
and then everything seemed as if it had already happened 
like a horror story where everyone knows the ending except for 
the victim
or the sense of Deja vu you get when driving down a winding 
mountain road.
It confused me until I didn't know wether it was pain or love
or hate and I wanted it to end so at least I could know for
sure what it had been
and then you were gone and time went by until
love became like the wisps of a dream half remembered on a 
Sunday morning.