Ree’s musings

(Limerick, baby!)

There once was a woman named Ree,
As giddy as giddy could be.
When someone asked why,
She simply said, "I
take pleasure in laughter. Teehee!"

Chase the fleeing words
Lash them fast to the blank page
They escape again

You came to me when picking up your past,
In search of things that you already knew.
It ultimately fell on me to ask,
"I thought we did not speak then, me and you?"

You found your past had slipped free of your grip;
Your point of reference went a bit askew.
That didn't give you call to let it slip:
"Back then I never thought too much of you."

Your desperation led you then to cling
To anything connected to a clue.
Must I suggest with all the care I have,
"I don't think I was anyone you knew?"

Your burst of passion warms my lonely heart.
It's nice to feel befriended and renewed.
Below the mask of friendliness, you start.
"I don't think you're the person that I knew!"

That's what I tried to tell you all this time.
Till now you never listened - nothing new.
Though I became your friend and wrote this rhyme,
Your friend was never anything to you.

(With thanks to Mutt for some word choices.)

I want to think you simply didn't know
The anguish you would cause on your behalf,
The price extracted from an honest man
Who never did a thing to harm yourself.

And yet I cannot help but be ashamed
To keep any acquaintence with a girl
So selfish she could not see the effects
Her accusations feasibly would wreak.

Your youth does not excuse your young misdeeds
Nor shield you from my angry scrutiny.
Unhappy as you were, you could have talked,
Explained yourself without acerbity.

But still my fervent hope is, when you're grown,
That you may fail to reap what you have sown.