whenever something reminds me of that summer / i swear i can still feel our first kiss on my lips / the sensation of your hands intertwined with mine / as jazz songs played in the record player / seagulls lazily gliding overhead / their calls blending in with the rustle of leaves / fireflies start flashing at dusk / we stood there / for a moment time stopped / free from the worries of the world /but that was before / everything has changed / i’m not the same person i was back then / & neither are you / we’d missed the moment when our paths could have aligned / a small window of chance that we never took advantage of / it was always a case of ‘if only’ / if only i was ready when you were ready / if only you’d believed me when i was ready . . .
i often wonder how things might have turned out if we’d been on the same page at the same time / but it was never meant to be / & our love story was cut short by those mismatched timings / i still blame myself for not having been ready when you were / maybe i was scared of getting hurt / or deep down i didn’t really believe in love /or something else entirely / i’ll never really know / what i do know is that when i was ready / you were already gone / & i missed my chance / i wish there was a way to go back & redo that moment / to take that leap of faith & see what could have been /
but it’s too late now / & our love story will always be one of those ‘almosts’ . . .
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the still waters
Poetryi stared into the abyss of blue‚ ripples distorting the image of a stranger. ﹛ a potpourri of words ﹜