It is as though you are a soldier off to some far-flung country
and I am the final fling.
You study these things.
My comparison may be unfair,
but I have the history of all womankind's long wait in my blood.
I carry their memories of tender apologies that offered no promises,
of empty lockets,
and the slight little bite of regret,
for ever falling for the charms of a man
who could talk a shoulder out of a dress.
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