I google their names, the people I knew in my past — poets, painters, psychologists who kept my psyche stirred, my shadows swirling through radiant darkness; dancers who swept me across ballrooms and turned my nights starry, my limbs light and fair. Do they ever google me and remember?
Kalilily Time
Just an old lady talking to herself
I’ll bet they do, Elaine — you’re quite a lady!!!!
Oh, I’m sure they do.
I’ve wondered similar… Incidentally, I bet they do.