That's Why She Does It
"I have a boyfriend,"
I overheard her say, weeks ago
"I'm leaving,"
she tells everybody
both are true
yesterday she reminded me that she
only has one week
before she goes to Paris
we shared a couple cigarettes each
and she told me
about her weekend, her life, her family, her friends
things that she says
she hasn't told anyone
then she wrote me a dirty limerick
and kept stealing candy from my pocket
these games are cute and
make the time pass by
she uses the time as her excuse
to be so playful lately
since she's leaving so soon she'll
get away with it
when she gets back I won't
see her very often or
not at all, perhaps
so all this mischief
has no consequence
I don't think she knows
I know what she's been up to
but just the same,
I'll miss her when she's gone.
Copyright © Paul Maggi 2003
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