Hello Andréa

November 18^th, 2010

Hello Andréa: Eye saw you at the bullfight last night.  The look in your eyes was one of sanguine surprise.  Though it’s been awhile since we kissed and reminisced eye see that you still cheerfully smile How could you leave when there were only sweet soft kisses and warm breezes to please us?  The questions rage so loudly in my head that they could wake the deaf and the dead!  Do you still dare to care or have the bountiful dreams of yesterday been completely swept away Eye saw the majestic matador that you adore forever more, throw you a dozen long stem red roses as the crowd deliriously lauded and applauded.  If jealousy is an enemy then at that very moment he chose to be my dear friend until the very end.  If seems that our hearts have grown and been blown apart and mine, like a flower shrivels shivers and withers in the dark Wasn’t it neat how we always use to meet greet and eat on Market Street?  My memory is like a dusty road with no real place to go.  How can you stand the strain and pain of the stinging rain or has your new pearl of a world grown clouds that powder puff the sky with sunny weather that will last forever Eye saw you frantically gasp and then with disbelief and relief leisurely laugh as your soulful suitor yelled at the old bold bull who had knocked him down to the ground with a thudding sound.  If you could see my soul you would know it had been stampeded and trampled into a cold hole where it will grow old with mold.  Maybe it is for the best that we end this love quest but my spirit is in protest and will not allow me to rest Could it be that you and eye are an anomaly that was meant to be together forever?  Eye don’t know what eye don’t know and can it be clearly and sincerely explained to me why it hurts the more eye search?  What can eye do to be with you Eye saw you at the bullfight last night.  The mighty matador that you lovingly adore could not police the beast that you have unleashed within me nor can eye, so eye choose to die rather than say,… Good Bye, Andrew:  Your One and Only Toy of Joy