Haunted

He had no business being interested

in me. I was too young for one thing.

He was my professor for another.

Plus, there was the small matter of

his wife.

And yet…

We found ourselves walking hand in hand

quoting lines from a movie, which seemed

profound at the time but in truth was just

foreplay.  La dee da,     la     dee      da…

3 months and

3,000 miles later

we lay on a bed in a

borrowed apartment

and thought    

Now.    It is done.

He fell in love with me,

or more probably

the idea of me. I fell

into a panic. He said

come away with me.

I ran away instead,

never looking back until

his name fell into a

random conversation

with an old friend

who knew us both,

but never knew.

I am so   very    sorry    sorry    sorry

that so many promises were broken.

That now none of it can be undone.

That when I learn of his death

all I can think of to say is la dee da,

      la      dee     fuckin’     da…