We were always missing each other by minutes.
In the same place, At the wrong time.
Watching the same sunset,
From opposite sides of the neighborhood.
You were painting, While I was writing.
You were living while I was trying, To not fall in love with another boy who’d never notice me.
Wishing we had met just a little later When I became the women I wanted to be, When I grew into the girl who would have fit you perfectly.
I was always playing the game.
Waiting for you.
When I’d arrive late, You’d show up even later.
When I’d sit in the room, much to
soon, Hoping that you’d come early. I would learn that you had left hours ago.
We are parallels, Moving in the same direction But a two completely different rates.
We were always missing each other.
By a minute. By a month. By a life time.