The Guest and Mr. G

I DON’T REMEMBER WHEN MY GAZE FIRST FELL ON HER MIGHT HAVE BEEN SPRING, NO SUMMER...NO FALL? YET MY FIRST AND LAST VISION ARE NOT A BLUR AS MY MIND EACH DAY RELIVES OUR FIRST CALL. THE MONTHS STORM BY LIKE A LEAF CAUGHT IN A RAIN-FED STREAM HER CASUAL, SOME SAY INDIFFERENT ELEGANCE, STILL MESMERIZES ME! I KNOW I SHALL NEVER CEASE TO DREAM THOUGH SHE IS GONE, A VICTIM OF HER RESTLESS SPIRIT EVER SO FREE. MY DAILEY VIGIL DICTATES I STARE OUT IN HOPES SHE WILL REAPPEAR THOUGH I KNOW NOW, AND KNEW THEN, THE CERTAINTY THAT SHE WOULD ONE DAY, WITHOUT THOUGHT, CAST ME ASIDE AND DISAPPEAR; OH, SO ALOOF, SO INCREDIBILTY INDIFFERENT TO MY LONGING COMMITMENT-AS ONE EXPECTS FROM A STRAY CAT!