My father was an art gallery owner,
I thought the work was boring,
but for him it was a dream.
We were having a party at the gallery,
and two men had snuck in.
At first I was just going to kick them out,
but one of them was just so handsome,
They were interested in a painting,
but my father made them leave.
A day or two later the cute one asked me to dinner to ask about the painting,
I answered any question he had,
and we had fun doing it.
After the newest owner of the painting died,
I insisted on helping them with their investigations,
and after much persuasion they let me help.
I openly stated my affection for Sam,
because well he’s cute,
and not a lot of cute boys come into the art gallery,
or hunt monsters.
After the case was solved,
and everything was over they said they had to leave,
which I understood,
But was still disappointed.
Sam turned to walk,
but couldn’t seem to move his legs,
so instead he turns around and kisses me,
After that I got a few more days to hang,
and kiss Sam,
which was awesome by the way.
Then he had to go,
so I gave him one last kiss as the Impala drove down the road.
After that I never thought I’d see him again,
but after almost seven years he ends up on my doorstep.
By now I have a husband,
and even a child,
but seeing him as handsome as ever,
was amazing until he told me I was in danger of dying.
He tried his best to save me,
but wasn’t fast enough.
I don’t blame him,
and that’s all that matters.
Besides the last thing I saw before it went dark was his face,
and that wasn’t so bad.