The Mad Accordionist Poem by Victoria Hughes

To my mad accordionist

It's not always about you
But you do still cross my mind.
From time to time I think of you
And hope you are doing fine.

I think about the things I did
And the things that you said.
I think about the things
That lead to you winding up in my bed.

I think about the place we met
And all the people that I miss,
I think of all the fun I had there...
With my mad accordionist.

(C) Victoria Elizabeth Hughes September 2005