Dear Clinton, Michigan
You told me often.
Love wasn’t enough.
The heart become too hidden with time and age.
California isn’t enough
I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.
California coastline is so beautiful and
The Monterey sea will steal your heart and mind.
I sat near the dancing waves with clear sky, filled with the stars.
I whispered to the sea. Sweet Jenny,
come to Monterey and be my love.
Make California our last stand to know love.
Last kiss, last wish.
First face remembered, last face wishing to be caressed and kissed.
You were my love and you were my hell.
Today I would stand the pain and misery of losing you.
If I could see your face and hold you near.