I know your mind
like the back of my hand
and can see it holding yours
like we did at age ten,
laughing joyously on the playground
as we flew through the air
and the swing approached
the point of no return.
/
We would scream with delight
to answer the roaring ocean
never caring to wonder
or addressing the notion,
that one day our lives would
send us far away,
two ships diverging
to return another day.
/
Did you think of me fondly
or maybe not at all?
A sporadic wondering,
a memory slight and small
from a past life to which
you would never return,
the past where it belongs
having no need to yearn.
/
I failed to notice
'til I was too far gone
that the dull aching told me
I was not meant to belong
where I thought I should go
when I dreamed years ago
two kids just wondering
how to move on.
/
Did you imagine another life
full of opposing choices?
The ifs, the wonders,
where you would be tomorrow night
if only you had chosen
left instead of right?
Am I there at your side,
in the quiet, in your dreams
erupting with glee
bursting life at the seams?
/
I don't know where you are
and will not quit wondering
what our life would have been
my heart knows the thundering
breath-catching, pace of just seeing you
and if it were real I might break
my imagining must do.
About the Creator
Bugsy Watts
Got bit by the writing bug.

Comments (2)
Very good, Bugsy. I had a clear picture in my head of the friendship and its joy, and the longing to return to that across the years.
Aww, this was innocent and wistful but I could feel the sadness and longing take over. So well expressed :)