In a distant micro-second, I am holding hands with my Beloved Lenore A future second , Barbara Jean is the only one my Heart is beating for I meld into the pictures on the walls of my study : the Loves of my life My Mom : Stoic, defender of the agony of a scared little boy’s strife Jill : my second romance with a POETESS, but I used her as a replacement Tool Rhoda : Oh how she stirred my heart, but I was too Syrupy, I played the Fool In this now second, I find myself deeply entwined in the LOVE of BARBARA JEAN Each click of the clock takes me to the Past : the Present : The Future I have seen To be Continued at YOUR request