Lisa

            I met you at the funeral hone
            when your father lay in state.
            You were no longer a teenager,
            blond, sexier and alive.

            I told her I had saved her
            in Munich and she
            agreed with a tighter hug.

            I will not write of her experience
            then and there.
            We talked about other things
            and I congratulated her for
            her success.

            Some secrets are best left
            untold…