Asynchronous by Richard VinceIt should have been her that I
Kissed under midnight trees.
Hers should have been the body
That I found was a perfect
Fit for mine.
Instead, I was barely there at all,
Mind wandering days into the future
When it should have been with
The rest of me.
Ten years on, I still think about
The week that never was;
The week that I squandered so
Recklessly with delusions of romance.
10/25/2012 Posted on 12/04/2012 Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
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