In Memory of Mrs. Maxwell

Author: John Pfeifer

I saw you on the other side of my eyes last night;
a veiled facade of one not seen for years.
I imagined you on the other side of the street again last night,
quite at home in your old room, while I'm alone with my old fears.

You saw my eyes quite innocently gazing at your legs;
I like to think you were waiting for my praise.
Quick--fix your dress--and cover up that dizzying sight;
and glance at me in the blink of an eye, and hide our thoughts back in their haze.

Mr. Maxwell's been okay;
he's been recovering from "The Shock of His Life."
But he has dearly missed his wife,
who's gone forever down Missouri way.

Was it love or lust that made me learn to hurt for you,
a girl we all ignored despite your grace?
I wish that I could win back all the times I never said
how I long to touch your hair, how I live for your embrace.


Mr. Maxwell's been okay;
he's been recovering from the shock of his life.
But he has dearly missed his wife,
who's gone forever down Missouri way