Timing

This poem is about how things can twist and change so easily and wondering what would happen if we could ‘backdate’ an encounter

Sometimes when I am sitting

Drinking coffee

Dreaming of you

I imagine what it would be like

If we could turn back the clocks

To when we were not pitted and scarred

By the tiny cuts and pricks of disappointment and lost hope

When our eyes shone bright

And we saw light and laughter as our due

not as a bonus

A special offer

But on tap. Limitless

I like to think that if we’d met in those early times

I would have recognised your worth

Your goodness and honesty

Pushing you forward

Shouting “me! Me!”

As i lazily fished.

Or did we need the lows to signpost this high?

Did sadness and pain provide strange relief?

Perhaps

But now is now

And quite how

We got here is not key

What really counts

What lights my heart

Is loving you as you love

Me

2 Comments Add yours

  1. What counts is what matters here and now! The past is past. I really enjoyed reading this poem. 🙂

    1. Pollie Math says:

      You are lovely. Thanks.

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