With you I felt alive And when you looked at me With worship in your eyes I felt so beautiful, Exciting, and alluring, And longed to go with you To where I'd never been. I believed you When you told me That you loved me - Then - And still do. And why not? It was plain to me That you loved women And you appreciated them; But I knew too You'd loved so many others And still would And quickly closed the door. But why after all the years Do I still remember you And ask myself What might have been If I had let you in? This poem was written from a women's perspective, for a friend of mine, who always thinks about the one she let go.