In the kitchen where we met,
Holds a memory in my head.
You were cooking all alone,
Before I called you on the phone.
You didn’t know who I was,
Only that I called because…
I needed food in my system,
Something special, maybe wisdom.
You advised me to be hopeful,
That darkness wasn’t always mopeful.
I asked if we could have a meeting,
And you’d be pleased to have a greeting.
I saw your eyes...