You're my Marla Singer,
Through these strange times.
Loving me hopelessly,
Crazy in just the right kind.

The Holly to my Michael,
Crystal cool and worth the wait.
I'd write your name is gasoline,
And steal your sweater sleeve.

I could call you Clementine,
I recognized your eyes,
Someone I could never erase,
Familiar like a past life.

You're Mine

January 20, 2024