She looked back now-- I saw it. Her eyes were thankful, as usual.
Another she pressed her lips too long and too warmly -- I felt it.I would have missed my cue onstage -- that would not have been "Good!" She wanted a connection then but I deferred for silly reasons of righteousness.
Another she came to my house on my birthday -- and took me out for ice cream. And I responded with a quick "good bye" even knowing she wanted something else.
A long-remembered she visited my house on the last day of her trip to Savannah; she stared at my house until I came out to greet her; then she ran away to her husband.
Another she leaped up and put her legs around my waist -- but it was intermission, and there was no time -- and there was also "too much time" between us.
So many "she's" but only one I called directly by that name -- She was mine.
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