Let’s get together again
like the first time we never met.
I’ll wear that dress I never owned;
you’ll rip it off with your invisible teeth
while I laugh and laugh in a world without sound.
We’ll walk together on the nothing beach,
nowhere waves lapping at our missing feet,
and we’ll swear (like next time and the last)
that we’ll never ever always feel
the way we don’t feel now.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Brilliant, zany, much enjoyed 🙂
Thanks, Mike. I had fun with it, and I’m glad you did, too!
You are an extremely talented poet……
Wow — thanks, John! 🙂