It’s How I Remember Her

This isn’t about you,

It isn’t about her,

Suppose it’s everyone.

When looking at life

We do have parallels,

And to the reader,

The intent is always

Open to interpretation. 

A long time ago,

I remember my first read.

I was confused not knowing

How to find the internal

Message, the story.

I discovered many years

Later I knew the meaning.

I realized I was listening

To a story being told.

The inner meaning,

Was my take away,

What I felt like in the words

What seemed to speak to me.

I know now today,

It’s how I remember her.