fein

 Fein

I saw your face in a dream to night and I felt so alone
You live somewhere in the Catskills I do not have your phone
I miss the great companion ship I miss those loving eyes
To let you walk out of my life easily was so unwise

I thought from the first moment you'd be a forever friend
But without occasional rapport for ever I'm condemned
I thought I could read or write for you my poetry or prose
Or sing songs to you about where the River Shannon flows

I thought of asking for your phone at the end of that magic hour
For I had not often met someone as pretty as a flower
Alas am I forever to the loneliest of days banished
Left with memories of you waving just before you vanished.