By Liz
Date: 2002 Sep 05
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J.




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.