So many men have written about their women,

              and what might have been, or was, or is...

I see you, a stranger,

                             close to me,

                    your smile, my Universe...

I remember our times together...

We felt Atlantis crumble,

We felt fire in Pompeii,

We wept for the Nazarene,

and Laughed in the Colosseum of Lions -

                       Together!

               I remember, do you?

                          No...

you ride on to your next Appointed Stoplight,

                  and I, Woman,

            write poems about you,

                      and what might have been,

                        or was,

                                      or..will be...

                                                ellen george