"A pretty, young woman still confuses me..."

A pretty, young woman still

confuses me after all these years.

As if her being there throws

the switch of the ghost

of my youthful exuberance.

The words don't come out right

and fall off her smile.

She, being friendly, 

shrugs her shoulders, grins,

spins and walks away...

as if to say:

"You must have been cute

when you were this way

when you were young."