By Carlos Trujillo
Date: 21 June 1997

Sara

Many-a-night befor I close my eyes I wounder what you are thinking
of? Who is on your mind?
You gave me a lot of memmories to which cloud my mind and flood my
eyes with tears.
When you held me when I woak from a nightmare.
The smell of your hair when you fell asleep on my chest.
The smile you had on when I walked throw the door.
And the question "why?" when I had to leave.
Then I ask myself why we parted.
Our fight never went beyond loud tone of a voice.
But we went our own ways with a good-by.