It's nice to know you're still alive,
And that you're still as beautiful
And amazing as you were back then...

Sometimes, I still look at pictures of you
And listen to messages you sent me
Which somehow I still have,
And I smile at the memory of you,
And at the realisation of how
Fortunate I was to have your love,
If only for a short while.

I never really knew you though...
You were always a work of art
I could only appreciate from
Behind a sheet of glass...
A movie star on the other side of
A temporary barrier, who I
Couldn't believe was looking at me,
Let alone speaking to me.

But then, as suddenly as
You stopped where I held out
My pen and autograph book,
You moved away to exchange words
With another stunned onlooker.

However, I still keep your signature
Somewhere secret where only I
May find it, and I still
Occasionally admire your work
When I happen to find it, or
The words I wrote about you.

Maybe I will know you again
Some day, or maybe your life is
A tangent to the circle I tread.

Either way, I knew you once,
And I still think of you
Occasionally, and remember
How special I felt when
You actually talked to me.

04/24/2002

Posted on 04/24/2002
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