Infatuated by memories
she followed them
Into the long grass....
then lost her way.
The happiness she found
was interspersed
with the ache of despair,
neglect and disappointment.
Repairing the situation
with excuses
did not suffice,
and three times denied
left her open
to ridicule.
Fool that she was, ., .
Still ruled by criticism
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