THE CHANGELING

The Year '87' Or Was It '88' -

What Does It Matter?

Already Too Late...

Too Late For Anyone Else To Know Him...

Too Late For Anyone To Know My Sweet Cousin...

Too Late For Anyone Else To Hold Him...

Too Late For Me To Tell Him I Love Him.

When Camping He Paid Attention To Me...

Even When Sunglasses Fell In The Lake...

When Camping Together His Words Set Me Free...

His Invitation - Almost Too Much To Take.

Night In The Basement Of My Great Aunt & Uncle...

The Smile & The Darkness That Brought Us Together...

Those Sweet Stolen Moments... We Stroked & We Suckled...

I Wanted To Kiss Him - Thought We had Forever.

But Awakened Alone - I Would Never Again Know Him...

Awakend To Heartache And The Boy Who Replaced Him...

The Boy Who Could Not Even If Ever Remember Me...

The Innocent One Who Unknowingly Hurt Me.

And So I Never Kissed Him...

Though I Silently Cried...

And I Long For Him Still...

And Can't Kiss Him Goodbye.

© MARCH 21, 2000 By Menes

-FOR MY COUSIN JEFF-