by Richard Vince

What will I say to you if I see you again?
As much as I used to talk back then,
I never had the words to say what I thought
Or to ask what I wanted.

Ten years late, a confession becomes
A funny story; a mere anecdote, as divorced
From reality as a Greek myth.

You probably knew anyway.

The me of a decade ago is as long gone as
The you he once adored. Perhaps the
You and me we are now can be friends
As the old us never quite managed.


Posted on 09/26/2012
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 09/27/12 at 12:07 AM

Good points Richard but some people harbor hurts for a long time. If no one was hurt then friends maybe. As they say 'you buys your ticket and you takes your chances'. Good write.

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