Too Late For First Place

They say two can’t be first place,

So instead of me it’s him –

Instead of you it’s her,

But what about us? Maybe another time and place.

In the meantime not a day goes by

When I don’t think of the walks in the woods and on the beach,

The first kiss, the first tear  –  sweet sorrow streams  gone dry.

 

Experience is supposed to teach,

And what I’ve learnt thus far is REACH…

Reach inside your soul,

And love without goal.

But no matter how profound the lesson,

The most part is beyond comprehension.

 

It’s not as if we fell out;

There are no bad memories to help with getting over,

Only the lingering recollection of a faded perfect –

A flooded desert.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2012


2 Comments on “Too Late For First Place”

  1. You are such a beautiful writer.
    I’m not quite sure how I ever lost track of reading your work, except that I was just not here and not writing myself. This is just lovely, as is the rest of what I’ve read today. So glad to see you still here and writing your beautiful words.
    Pearl

    Like

  2. htmm says:

    Reblogged this on On The Heath .

    Like


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