Reunion Deux
But we hadn't walked far
when she dropped my hand
and stopped walking.
i stopped too and looked at her.
She said, "You should be mad at me."
I said, "What? Why?"
She said, "Because you are not
going to get what you want from me."
I asked,"And what do I want from you?"
"Like everyone else
you want to sleep with me."
It was true.
I told her i was looking forward
to it soon after
I re-found her.
We'd had the most amazing times
before I became an idiot,
or at least did an idiotic thing,
and left her.
Then she turned
and started walking.
She was not an idiot.
;© 2007 Deborah Bolle
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