Before
Before she went off
having told you
she was seeing
someone else
you wanted to gather
her words in your hands
and jumble them up
to make a different
form of words
and a different message
and as you watched her
go back toward her home
you thought of the first kiss
she gave you
and that bright gaze
in her blue eyes
when she saw you
for the first time
and you realized
that you had had
your love chances
and had blown them away
and looking up
you saw
she had gone from sight
but years later
when hearing the wind blow
on the window
you see her still
in dreams at night.
poem by Terry Collett
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