Boston dances across my memory

A time when life had fewer angles

White clouds float through my mind

To censor these thoughts seems impossible

They gnaw at me like a terrier with a bone

Eskimo kisses are remembered

When I should be listening to a boring speaker

Case notes should be jotted to trigger memory

But my thoughts are lost in a romantic tangle

You are a light to this weary mind

Though the chance of seeing you again impossible

Tonight I will again be alone

Our life has been permanently dismembered

But for the moment my heart feels weaker

These memories are so sensory

Like a horse I would wrangle

Overwhelmed by a heart that is blind

I can not make my thoughts be sensible

My spirit so hates that you are gone

And Boston dances across my memory

Very nice. I miss Boston

I miss Boston too...

isaid please come to boston and she said no boy

Kev, remind me never to piss you off....

Oh and very nicely written

i love my boston