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
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