Time’s Fleeting Glances
Staying home and growing old
Bursting in rooms
Where your words could not reach me
I played old games from childhood
Dreams I had where I wished for now
Overwritten by the revision of my history
Looking back at me looking ahead
The miles drop away
Each year a smaller part of my life
Yet a faster part of living
I’ve created love
That part of the dream has come true
I hope I’ve created happiness in you
Things are better
Things will turn out fine
I just want to hug the boy I used to be
And tell him everything will be okay
Because it will
Hug the girl you used to be
And tell her don’t ever change
Because everything she was
Makes you everything I love now
Maybe let them sneak a peek
There she is
There he is
And they’ll be together
Sooner than they think
Your smile reaches me through walls
I return to where I can see you
We remember that fleeting glance
And sit together
Making memories for our future selves to enjoy
For a piece along the same lines, but more prosaic, visit Jen at Think.Speak.Tryst
Your poems…
You…
Mrs. Hotspur is one lucky lady to have found you.
Not as lucky as I am to have found her.
Pretty
The poem
You made me laugh! You know me so well.
That’s so sweet. I love the line “your smile reaches me through walls”. Beautiful.
Guess I should have heeded Hasty’s wise words and specified the poem!
I love this. It reminds me of many things that I’ve felt before… and in looking back, thoughts of re-doing my yesterday.. I wrote a piece called “little you” on Tryst. This kinda reminds me of it.. Lovely Hotspur.. So lovely.. ~Jen
Thank you, Jen. I appreciate it. I think there are a group of us that keep each other sane.
Nobody could keep me sane!
And yet someone obviously has.
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