The Apple And The Worm Poem by RIC BASTASA

you meet a woman
she wears a smile

and you pass each other
slowly by

she looks at you
and she seems to tell you

'i know you'

you step back
and gaze at her slender shoulder

''i know her'you tell yourself
silently

you remember her name
but there is no feeling anymore

you look back again
she is gone

but it does not really matter
the past is rotten

(she is the apple and
you were once her worm
and someone so nice
ate her whole)