i missed it

once i had a sweetheart;

she kind of looked like joan fontaine. she made mediocre art

but had a fascinating brain. she asked me how i felt about monogamy. i didn't understand what she was telling me

no. well

you can come up short and never know: another debt i'm gonna owe. well

i missed it. i missed it. i missed it. i got so close i could have kissed it;

but then i missed it. i missed it

resisted;

now those days are gone. once i held my own set of keys

to the senior executive suite

with

my very own secretary taking my calls

and telling me who i was scheduled to meet with. they asked me what i thought about advancement. i wasn't sure what we have other plans" meant. well