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.