The Intro:

Okay here is a little back story on why this poem was written.

I have been writing poems in Language arts class, and had particularly become fond

of writing poems describing objects and people, and using metaphors and similes to

do it. Any way, a friend of mine who sits next to me in Language Arts class was feeling a little

skittishly when I walked in to the with her ex-boyfriend instead of with her as a normally do,

we started passing notes, she said I liked him and I said he is my friend too.

Finally I said you still liked him, and then I found out that she dumped him instead of the other way around.

I then replied oh so I see you are Maureen and he is Mark, she said I guess so since he still liked her.

I started then to torture her by asking her if she had ever called him "Pookie"...but thats off the subject

Anyway she gave me the inspiration to write a poem about Mimi as if it was written Roger, I might

turn it in as an assignment for L.A. latter this year, and at some point write a poem about Roger

as if it written by Mimi.

Oh and I don't own these characters Johnathan Larson does, but I do wish I could own Adam Pascal

sighA girl can dream.

Her

By Roger Davis

She asked me to light her burnt out candle

I stared at her hair in the moon, she was familiar, as if she was an old friend

She talked gracefully as if every word she had said was written by Shakespeare (or at least Collins)

I stuttered my way though sentences

It was love at first sight,

but I knew it could never be since I was Positive with HIV

After a little bit of mooing we went to the life,

where I discovered something I should known,

But even though it was bad I was kinda glad she was positive too,

We shared our first kiss (at least sort of ish)

She got away from me after that sad Halloween,

I moved to Santa Fe, as I had wanted to for some time

but everyday I just longed for her kiss

I moved back to discover she was no where to be found

I looked every where, and I asked her friends, wanted to see her it might be my last chance

A year after I lit her candle, on Christmas Eve

She was found on the street, cold, and shivering,

she wasn't taking her AZT

She was placed on my table hardly alive,

I sang her a song that felt like it had taken a lifetime to write

I don't know what happened that night, but she didn't walk towards the light

I was happy that that moment wouldn't be our last,

I don't know why the hell she fell for me,

Some how I fell for her too,

We are happy together,

After that night when her candle nearly burnt out,

I have never let Mimi out of my sight.