Will you c/c my newest poem?

The girl that she was reminds me of me. It's the hopeful innocence that I miss the most. Somehow I've started thinking I know how the story ends. I'm working on changing that attitude but it isn't easy. There must have been a last straw somewhere that pushed me off the hayloft and made me bump my head- that didn't even make sense. Can't even find a decent metaphor but you, you write like a seasoned professional, you have talent and a mind solid for writing - so very very cool.