Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

You Missed It

 

I’ve been here to grow old with the whole time

But you weren’t there

Didn’t come

Never turned up

 

Now the condition of my body is more of a scare

At least I think so

To an outsider anyway

Looking for a smoother face

 

A youthful outline

 

You didn’t show

To build memories with one who could care

Passionately so

Each wrinkle or scar has a story to tell

 

And each one you’d have known so well

 

Like a traveled map

Run your finger over trace

This one’s me, this one’s…

Doesn’t matter being one

 

Well, could have been

 

You weren’t there

Opportunity lost Odysseus, sail, sail, sail

Here I am in Autumn years

Who I am I wouldn’t trade

 

I could’ve been really cool to know

 

But you missed it

 

 

 

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I’m a self-published author of two books, a blogger, grandma, mom, auntie and friend... I’m also a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies, other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

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