There were three of us
Professionals they called us
And we were good

Feeding off anothers' emotion
I refused to go to my opening night party
Because she had made me mad

I was proving a point
I got drunk and went to The Krystal instead

Jane died first
She's gone and I look at her photo on a poster sometime

She used to watch me from an overhead window
When I taught acting class to teenagers

A passion with me
She was more schooled than I
She did the New York circuit

I wish she were here
I miss those people I can't touch anymore