by Richard Vince
It was always her, but it was never her:
I knew, but I never realised.
She brightened rooms that I was
It was never me: I was never in the frame
With her, capturing moments of joy
And silliness for posterity, for
The nostalgia of our future selves.
How I wasted that first meeting;
That first moment when our physical
Worlds overlapped. How I squandered
The opportunity to show that I cared.
A decade on, twenties have
Given way to thirties, and lengthy
Conversations have become
A few words every few months.
It is not for a different life
That I yearn, but merely for
Memories of days filled with love
And laughter, of nights filled with
Warmth and comfort, and of a frame
Filled with our two smiling faces.
Posted on 01/08/2013
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