In the stillness of a random new year night,
I try to shake up the voodoo
that you still do,
but I keenly pine.
In the tapestry of time,
your laughter lingers,
where memories gently wither
like the pages of a corny poem.
The salsa dance of nostalgia,
where emotions are thinned,
Kendra Jean you are a haunting dream,
and I am a grinning voodoo doll still pinned.
Life is a shakedown,
so shake up your voodoo,
and bring back the moments
we chance.