Meet me once in Bloomingdale’s
Meet me near the pier
Touch my hand in Central Park
Let me know you’re near
Think of me when travelling
Think of me asleep
Touch my passport photograph
My world is yours to reap
Forget me now my silent love
Forget my thoughts and deeds
Just think of me occasionally
And touch my heart that bleeds
Suggestion from the Author – Read this poem after listening to Leonard Cohen’s Dance Me to the End of Love