Posted in Poetry, Prose, Relationships

What Was Her Name?

Would she tell me
if I stopped
following her around
as if she had dropped
her keys, which I
picked up meaning
to return them?

I thought, I recognized
her, or someone like her
and had the thought
that she and I could
make beautiful music together
or, was it the other woman
who looked almost like her
but who slipped away before
I could return whatever she had lost?

I really wish, if these women
would like to meet a nice guy like me
then they should slow down
and not seem to run away,

As I stood there, waving her keys
in her direction, she noticed me and smiled
at least I thought she did, but then she yelled
“Police! That man has stolen my keys!”

Which means that she smiled to the nice policeman
who is now driving me away, and I still don’t know
her name……



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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