Too Late For First PlacePosted: October 2, 2012
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