I might've seen her smile,
The color of her eyes,
Maybe we'd share a sunset,
Maybe, later, a sunrise.
And sitting there beside her,
I'd regrets I'd never made.
For I knew, so dreadfully sure,
How soon she'd go away.
We were totally incompatible,
Obvious in a glance,
Staggeringly stupid gamble,
One in a a million chance.
Still enchanted by her dimples,
Immobile in my chair,
But I knew better than to speak.
So she left me sitting there.
Later I traveled home,
Her face still in my mind,
I remained ruminating alone
With the world I'd left behind.
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