St. Patrick's Day

It's been so long since I saw you last. I wish I knew how to see you again.
You gave me one of your gorgeous dog's pit mix puppies, the nice
brown/white one with tons of spunk. Many would say you are too old & too
mean, and it's ridiculous for me to get caught up in fantasies, they're
probably right. Still stuck on the somethings that haven't happened and
can't get you out of my head. I wish I could remember your number or where
you lived, though they may have changed over the years. It is still somehow
satisfying to just see you around and talk to you, however fleeting the
encounter. Dreaming of you. Pat. "Lyn"