I think I dreamed you up...probably/maybe it's the whiskey Here one minute...late night phone calls....then gone -------it's only an illusion I'm stuck on---- That would be the gentler truth...any other... than your vanishing... cause you knew all the authors...we chimed in on ...stanzas You had no idea; how much it all mattered... I so caught up ...I weaved you words polished in wine to be greeted by... silence... left/a/lone to write sappy lines....