I met Jim on a warm summer night
He showed me his tattoos with a grin
Let me try on his aviator sunglasses
And say “check, check” in his microphone
I’d watched his concert with slight envy
Admiring the way he looked so godly
And mortal all at the same time
Every word he sang floated through me
Enlarging my shrunken heart much like cupid
His shapely lips formed smiles at me
His eyes hidden by those tinted lenses
Somehow I knew they were staring at me
At the end I cheered until I turned hoarse
My hands clapped, turning numb
He noticed and I was secretly happy
Sneaking backstage, he let me enter his room
Our hands came together easily, craving touch
He brought his mouth to my own lips
Whispering sweet meaningless words in my ear
We kissed, laughed and kissed some more
I led the way and he followed
The night passed slowly
I knew I’d never forget it
Jim was gone the next morning
The only thing he’d left me
Were his prized aviator sunglasses
I put them on and saw a superstar’s view
A life of drugs and women with no strings attached
A life spent rocking to the music non-stop
I flung them at the nearest wall
And saw them shatter and snap
Now memories are all that’s left of superstar Jim