I sent this to Marilyn:



B E D   T I M E


I see your smile
In photos spread
Upon the walls
About my bed.

I kiss the space
You used to lie
But you are gone
I wonder, ‘Why ?’

I flick the light
And rest my head
And ask the dark,
Is our Love dead ?

For I am here
While you are gone.
A twist of fate:

A knot I hate.



Phillip Danzig               January 18, 2004



Dear Phil,

    If you look in your right hand, you will find mine there.  I am there with
you and thinking of you all the time.  Will you write and let me know how it
went?

Love, Marilyn