I knew she’d give me a poem

I knew she’d give me a poem.

When she talked so much, for so long, I thought I might hate her…

when she told stories of longing for successful men who could one day support her…

when we sat by the fire.

Even after I heard how her Daddy didn’t love her.

I knew she’d give me a poem.

So I stumbled around,

in her company,

til’ the clock struck twelve.

And I’d gotten what I didn’t know I ‘d come for.