Rebecca always hated me
I know, because she said:
And if I passing, spoke to her
I might as well be dead
For all the interest she would show.
But I would always try:
And she might glance up from her book
Or not, as I went by.
But then, one day, she spoke to me
And asked me if I had
A copy of Persuasion
She could borrow for a tad
I said I did, and brought it on
The very next of days;
Rebecca took it with a glance
That turned into a gaze
“You like me, Owen, don’t you?”
I did not know what to say —
“Well, don’t. Because I don’t like you,”
And so I went away
But lo, the years have gone
And I now see what I mistook –
Rebecca
If you’re out there —
Can I have
My fricking book?