This Woman Named Denise

there was a woman i knew  once,
sometime last year
she moved away from here
to the Capital
to be  political.
whatever.
But this woman Denise
was an exception to my judgments about women in general.
I don't hate women
i've just seen time and time again
your repeated behavior
and while i could sit here
and point all of them out for you
i won't.
because that's just making it too easy for you
to correct yourself
i rather watch you slowly decline
like pulling the wings off a fly.
But i digress.
Denise,
ah yes,
she had these big round dark eyes
like an owl
and she'd sit across from me at breakfast
while we both drank coffee
and she read her newspaper
and i read my books
and i'd watch her peering at me
with those lovers eyes
over the edge of the paper
and it felt warm.
warmness is what we had between us.
she use to say to me,
"dame carinos papi"
and i'd rub the back of her head
and run my hands over her small sweet body.
Goddamn she was a good woman
sexy in so many ways,
smart, driven, appreciative, understanding, willing to ask for help, considerate,...
the list goes on and on
i was amazed at the time
because i was seeing her
and another girl (i didn't want to lapse when Denise left)
this other girl was dull
boring
unappreciative,
empty headed,
overly nice,
and demented.
i could go on, but i'll restrain myself.
(oh how i want to go on)
When Denise left
i said to her,
"You've screwed it all up now."
and she asked what?
"You're such a good woman that you've risen the bar for the others that will come after you, now i'm going to expect so much."
i kissed her goodbye
and i wrote her sometimes
i sent her a package filled with memories
and a cd.
i haven't heard from her in so long,
and i'm sure she has her own life
and i've got mine
but people like that
come across our paths
randomly
and seldom
you've just got to be ready
and keep your eyes open