SHE was a red-haired Irish girl, who wanted to converse with me; I didn't understand, but then, men never do. WE followed the conversation to a wedding and some pregnancies; but she was left unhappy, and -- then, just left. I WAS the situation from which, she needed to escape: I was emancipation, when she moved on from me, for evermore -- SHE read the signs, and saw her place, a better place, and in the sun; she just needed a hell to escape, and I was the one
