escape happens

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