When I think back to times of felicity,
My thoughts meander back to
the bridge near
Five-Star dining on night-time stargazing
always on the menu
nor flappy sandals - barefeet was
her favorite mode, face smudged with
the day's dirt her choice of powder,
hair untied, blowing gently across my face
in the river below, cars honking at us to move
out the way, but I was already struck -
why no one warned me of her beauty,
I'll forever thank
the bridge brought us closer together -
only to tear us away, as I'd have to
return to CA, while she and her coveralls
had to stay in LA
ago this memento, but I can still feel the water
flow between my fingers to your hands
touching, caressed, my Tomboy Billie,
out on the bridge near
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