Increasingly little

Increasingly little

"I like your hat." I blurted
(What a way to start a conversation)
"Thanks, it's from Monsoon"
And walked off.

She knew nothing of me
I knew increasingly little of her
Each time I saw her she was different
And I envied that.

Sometime later she called on me
We strutted off to the party
Her in Pink Stilettos with alcho pop
And a lace top that I could see right though
Such a change from yesterdays
Starched black suit and D.M.'s

I doubted it would work
As her warm kiss touched me though the snow
Though I knew increasingly little of her
There was little of me left to know