How Did You Not See

Idolising you made a difference to words.

A charming typewriter with no aspiration
moves closer to poems and rhymes.

Dead though, now she lies
in a room of typhoid-carrying flies
sadly mistaken for and misperceived as
a promiscuous devil who
played with and
preyed on the
open hearts of men;
instead, really, she was an innocent one
never tried once
to misplace men
even for herself or anyone in fact;
dead though, now she lies....
....
....
...and oh, how I am disappointed in you.