One day I won't walk upon this floor
Covering the tracks that you made
Albeit ghosts of what once were,
But one that I knew before,
Before this world was torn to pieces
And I learned that once more my heart
Would be stolen from this place,
Another passing memory of "that girl."
Do I have some satisfaction of knowing
That I made a difference, an impact?
The lines, the chisel of your face
Show nothing but placid attention
To the nothingness and universe
Around you.
So perhaps I meant nothing
But I can assure you that
Every smile you passed on to someone else
Other than me
Both delighted and broke my heart.
I will not sing a duet with you,
Will not dance or act upon this stage with you again
But perhaps when I caught you looking
As I laughed at something you said,
Maybe that was a beginning
An opportunity lost because of my
Foolish insecurity or otherwise.
But oh, how I'll miss you
And as I sit, thinking, as age and time and space
Pass me by,
I know I cannot forget you.
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Bits and Pieces
PoetryBits and pieces of life, incorporated into a mess of free-verse poetry.