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Karisa

By Wil C. Fry, Sept. 6, 1999, 22:30

Copyright © 1999 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


On a whim
She came into my life
And I let her
Small of frame and
Large of smile
I liked to make her laugh until the tears ran down
Her exquisite face
Brought joy to mine, where
No joy had dwelt
For some time
Someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s friend
She might have been my lover in another life
And that’s where she went
Maybe there, in that next world, they will understand her
“I’m not sure; I don’t know; I guess I never noticed it ‘til I was f***ed in the head”
Were some of her last words to me
Words that haunt me now that she’s gone on
How we walked and talked, it’s still with me
How we touched, and looked into each other’s eyes
Both of us finding safe haven there together when both of us
Had known worse
And the world will never know just how glad I am that
I was able
To be just what she needed for a short time
Because I know she was for me
Karisa, maybe I will see you
Again
If not, then
Goodbye
and Good luck.



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