When I met Johnny Marr at Jo’s sisters wedding I was thrilled.
I held off talking to him for as long as I could, then moved in to say hello.
I remember thinking I wish I was straighter, but I knew I had to meet him
Sooner rather than later.
I tried to tell him my cat poem, but I think I forgot the ending.
He was patient and I really wanted to talk about The Smiths.
I recall I casually retreated, all the time desperately trying to remember the ending to:
“When I Was a Cat.”
Later when I remembered full of excitement I think I exploded into his presence.
I’ve remembered” I said forgetting the middle this time.
He was patient and I still wanted to talk about The Smiths.
Johnny Marr was nice, and I met him and he was a part of some songs that made me think.
And I tried to tell him my cat poem, and that’s fine, maybe he’ll hear the whole thing.
The next time.