I was wandering through the city today. I saw a photo of you
somewhere. Breezing through my memories.
And my memories are of a sixteen-year-old boy watching the tennis.
He
didn't even LIKE tennis. But he LOVED Jana.
At every scream of effort she gave, he gripped that couch seat
tighter and tighter.
He was transfixed.
Through the illuminous tube flashing green; there she is, a
fiery and gorgeous creature.
Smash.
His heart would leap from his chest. She'd volley it straight
back.
Because he was only a boy.
At home.
Waiting for his dinner at six o'clock.
Whereas she was a gorgeous white blossom upon his eyes and heart.
Upon the flashing court.
He was a just schoolboy.
And she was the wonder of his youth.