Twenty Years Ago

I kiss you on the lips. You cry. “That’s how I thought you would kiss me 20 years ago! ” “But you never did! ” “Why...didn’t you! ” “You were my best friend’s friend” “I was only your best friend’s friend so I could be near you! ” “I didn’t...know! ” “I didn’t know...you didn’t know! ” “But you married him! ” “I know...I know... but that was just to get back at you for not kissing me like that! ” Oh! Her story of our history grieves me. She cries. Turns to go. I hold her. Kiss her. But she says “No... you robbed me of my future 20 years ago! ”