Today was a strange night.

I was walking down Halsted street to meet a friend of mine for dinner,
actually it was a first date.......
at a Greek restaurant, and while I was walking down the street.

I run into, an old lover who I was so crazy in love with,
but he was not crazy in love with me.

He was remarried and had a small boy about 2 years old.
His new wife was with him, and his son and daughter in law.

The little boy said: "tiamo to me,".
It means I love you in Italian.

Around seven years ago:
When I met this man at a wedding, it was instant, the love hit.
I thought this stuff was only for really young love,
like in your late teens
or early twenties.
Go Figure......
it was the kind of love...
the kind of love that......................
that sticks to your soul like old buggle gum under a restaurant table.

I was the off balanced table, he was the buggle gum, pink elastic.


It was the kind of
which pierces
hits you like a supernova,
and there is not really much you can do about it.

Your breathe is frozen with lust,
your heart sings out loud in the silence of your pacing soul.

It hurts really hard when the object of your love does not equal the
steps of your heart. His pace was much slower than mine.

I guess with love it is hard to realize what is going on at the time
it hits you.

It hit me at a time so long ago that I was not aware of it,
until a friend of mine said to me: "Josephine are you in love?"

I was in love nirvana.
floating
somewhere...

He told me, "love is a gift ".
so when it
strikes
just grab the ring and
and...
and...

it hurts yes

oh well

it hurts,
but there is nothing like it

and
and

it loves ya...

who loves yeah baby?

maybe you, maybe me,
"tiamo!"


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