What writers want is readers
Someone they can tell
I live alone but need her
Me, Todd Witherell

Rain in the lamplight
Lake Tahoe snow
Silence in the cemetery
On and on we go

She might think I'm crazy
Aliens within
I showed her Dr. Thomas
Thomas means the Twin

Kiss her once for me
Gently, on the mouth
Sing me something brave
From way down South

                     Ole!