Smoked ham and egg salad
By tgb
I was cooking for you that nightsmoked ham and egg saladwine, cooling by the windowradio playing, classic FMRachmaninoff Vespers, I heard the belland upon the doortwo policeman stoodto blight my worldthe night the stars diedA head on collisionno pain, you never sufferedI wished, though it may be wrongthey had mistaken you for anotherbut as I looked beneath the white sheetbeneath the ragged remains of your pale skinI saw Elizawho I have loved, and always willthe night the stars diedI walked homerain soaking my thin cotton shirtbedraggled, mocked by passing childrenoblivious to allnot allI remember the swans in the canalswans mate for lifeI stood and watched them huddle from the raindrawing succor from each other the night the stars diednow six years passed,I cannot love againfor in every womanevery young girl who turns my headI see Elizaand though she would not wishthat I would spend my life in pain, aloneI mustfor love springs from the heavensand for methat night, the stars diedJames A Mackay Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 10:36 PM PST 0 • 8
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"I was cooking for you that nightsmoked ham and egg saladwine, cooling by the windowradio playing, classic FMRachmaninoff Vespers, I heard the belland upon the doortwo policeman stoodto blight my worldthe night the stars diedA head on collisionno pain, you never sufferedI wished, though it may be wrongthey had mistaken you for anotherbut as I looked beneath the white sheetbeneath the ragged remains of your pale skinI saw Elizawho I have loved, and always willthe night the stars diedI walked homerain soaking my thin cotton shirtbedraggled, mocked by passing childrenoblivious to allnot allI remember the swans in the canalswans mate for lifeI stood and watched them huddle from the raindrawing succor from each other the night the stars diednow six years passed,I cannot love againfor in every womanevery young girl who turns my headI see Elizaand though she would not wishthat I would spend my life in pain, aloneI mustfor love springs from the heavensand for methat night, the stars diedJames A Mackay..."