The October of Missiles
THE OCTOBER OF MISSILES
I loved her right down to the ground,
But we were just too different:
Quiet me with my books,
In the public library; and
Her with her noisy friends.
The trouble had been brewing for weeks -
The break up of the love affair;
The last-minute envoys between,
Her friends coming to me, mine to her;
Trying to make peace.
But it was useless, hopeless.
Who could ever forget it ?
Just around my birthday on the 25th
I was seventeen and left with my books;
And the radio announcements
As background noise
About some events in Cuba.
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NOTE
Based on an intense teenage love affair which ended painfully in October 1962, during the terrifying missile crisis.
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