YOU ASKED

 YOU ASKED

You ask my age and I answer :“How old do you want me to be”
I first saw Her when She looked away
On a prairie day
I beckoned her to stay
One minute on her way
To “somewhere, someplace, somehow”
I turned a summer day to snow
And the rivers stopped their flow
As she stood still and ice surrounded her so
No time for “no.”
Instead: “I only have to close my eyes for a minute.”
I had to wait for her last breath
Wait for the sunset
For the moon to show
Now it is time to go
If I turn away she may remember, but then,
Kathleen,
you are so beautiful
look into my eyes

What do you desire?

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