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By Liz Date: 2002 Sep 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.05.15.09.1297]] |
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You were the man of my eighteen-year-old dreams broad shouldered, rakish devil may care. You looked a little like Keanu Reeves and your grin spread heat like a wildfire through my body. First love, first passion so certain it would last forever that you were meant for me that I ignored the signs. When you treated me like a little girl making my choices, making our plans, I liked it. I needed it. But the danger when you treat someone like your child is that they will one day outgrow you. Now when you brush off the things that mean something to me, when you won't run away with me for a day, stay up all night and talk or even read one of my poems I feel a chasm beginning between us. You are the distant father I grew up with, and just as I struggled to break free of him, I may break free of you, too. |