There is something hiding behind his eyes,
waiting to be revealed.
Maybe next time.
His gaze meets mine,
but his real truth hides under those spheres of blue.
Those eyes suspend me in an alternate reality,
never able to see the truth,
or never wanting to.
No promise is ever made,
but the promise of what could have been is uttered.
An opportunity presented too late.
A ship had set sail and lost its way in the sea of realism.
Two souls meant to meet,
were two decades too delayed.
Maybe next time,
a new life, a new circumstance.
Maybe next time
he’ll find me first.
Very intriguing. It’s interesting to think that there may be someone out there who could have been perfectly yours, though time didn’t allow it. I loved this. 🙂
Thanks very much. 🙂
A very philosophical thought. I’ve missed one of these as well – maybe next time 😉
This is one of the most bittersweet writings I have ever read! Thank you for wording my thoughts so simply and beautifully!