Mardou called from Frisco today;

we spoke of karma, and our romance that wasn't. this time last year i didn't know her. this time two days from now i was in love; it can happen that quickly.

but it wasn't meant to be.

it took me months to see, but i still remember that night in May when i saw her and it was gone. the repartee was still there - and she was still beautiful - but whatever once was... wasn't. i felt free that night; it can happen that slowly.

later that week i wrote a poem; it was a prelude to a goodbye to a beautiful woman with pale blue eyes. with her i am still waiting to see; i am still not seeing that it isn't meant to be.

this is the dance:

i want to love without exception or expectation.

(i'm not there yet)