We followed your clay
as boys and girls on a crowded moon.
We came for the cheese and left
with your dream.
I can finally see through your eyes
weary and dreamy
looking for your love.
As you rest
know this, I’ll save this
Provolone through my final
days for my love,
my future Grommet.
RIP, Thank you for the wonderful tale.
Saint's Muse 