I was overjoyed to find her again
Resolved not to let her out of my sight
We had such hopes and dreams; but life happened
Moroccan tea, blue Palo Alto night

She looked up and examined me closely
Reflective expression settled on her
Quiet music fit our melancholy:
Chopin’s pensive Prelude in E Minor

When love calls; bittersweetness of it all
Such promise in our rekindled romance
Living conditions spun out of control
Out of sync no matter the circumstance

Things fell apart; sunny skies changed to grey
Tearing up;
                             turns quickly, she’s gone away

for Reeny, last seen in Amsterdam