#missedopportunities
*I kept looking at the clock
Counting minutes and hours
Here, time carried me away
Relatively, to a distant place
Finding myself a stranger
Mind delving in past hour
Where time stops for none
But the clock had stopped
Seconds seemed an eternity
Abracadabra! My mind was tricked
Believing, I could manipulate time
I kept looking at the clock*
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
I saw you standing by the door
as I swayed and rocked on the dance floor.
The music was familiar, I could follow
the rhythm, the melody;
it seemed to be the missing part of me--
my unspoken sorrow, and sexuality.
You seemed immature. I didn’t try to understand
what you were saying. Your offered hand,
I rejected.
I thought you were adolescent, smirky
trying to shock, pretending to be *****
It didn’t make me feel like being flirty.
In fact, you reminded me
of everything I despised.
I couldn’t see the pain in your eyes
or peel away the lies
to hear the truth that you were saying.
A few decades later, here we are.
I’ve now found myself hitched to your star.
Do I now understand who you are–
or did you change--
older, wiser, the pretense gone?
I”m so sorry to arrive at this party so late.
Forgive me–
I was blind,
I was deaf,
I needed someone to hate.
Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 10:37 PM UTC
At times I think of what could’ve been
if fate had been kinder on my part
and let us begin our lives wherein
our love for each other would’ve blossomed into art
but as I see you in the warm embrace of another
seeing that you have found love, a missing piece that you sought
It never fails to make me quickly remember
that everything was just a wishful thought.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC