Missed Interpretations
You were but twenty;
I was thirty-eight
You slid into my life
like some well-oiled fate...
You were the youngster;
I was wiser and older?
I thought my taking of you
could not have been bolder...
You were the sweet one,
I was woman aggressive
Believed that you might become
addicted, possessive...
You were so suave
I was so blind
Never even realized
that you weren't being kind...
You were the subversive
I was the ruse
Never realized your talent
for making good use...
You were the leaver,
and I was alone -
Never knew what hit me
you little cyclone...
You were but twenty
I was thirty-eight
I awoke from that reverie
just a little too late...
K.E.C., 6/3/97