I Am That Girl

I am that girl

that laid head to lap with you

just to find out that you had no love to give

and it took me three years to know the real you

some would call that foolish

I call it persistent.

I am that girl

that stood under the mistletoe with you thinking, how much fun it will be next Christmas

When, the next Christmas I wasn't even sure where you were

or if I cared

I am

that girl

now woman

who looks back on head laid on lap

open and vulnerable, innocent and young

who believed that your stroking of my hair

meant that I was the one, that girl

I am

that one

who rallied for you, because Mike, I didn't want life to get you down

I cheered for you so love wouldn't dry you up

Because I saw the ringing, the ringing out of your tears

I saw the drying up of your emotions. I witnessed it.

I am that girl

who was mesmerized by the attention you could not give me

and still I loved you enough to let go

I prayed that nothing would curl you up in bed the way your loss did to me.

I am that girl, now woman

remembering the love that was the first love, not even knowing what love was all about

I raise my hand to say, I am that girl, are you that boy?