by Richard Vince
We talked for hours, but there was
So much I didn’t say. Perhaps
The nearest I came was letting you
Into parts of my life I usually
Kept to myself.
As always, I was subtle to the point
Of meaningless; so vague I actually
Said nothing. My words have
Gained weight at last, but that
Merely makes them dangerous if
The moment has long passed, of course,
But still I want to tell the you
Of fifteen years ago what I could not
When she was more than just
A memory carried in two distant hearts.
As yet another friend I failed
To appreciate, you are in good
Company: a veritable throng
Lines the shore from which I allowed
Myself to drift so carelessly.
As you begin to dip below
The horizon, all I can do is
Wish you happiness like the one
I have finally found, and hope it is
Never tarnished by missing me.
Posted on 01/12/2018
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