Something worth having

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Forgive me
For I thought I saw in him
What I did not see in you
I thought I could have
What I didn’t think we had
And whatever that was
Or could have been
I walked away from it all
Only in the end

I was thinking of you
While I thought of him
Yet, in thoughts I did not see
That what I saw in him
Is what you saw in me
And while I figured it out
The timing was all wrong
The things I was looking for
Were the things I had all along
But how could I have known
When you showed me no clue
And left me to think on my own

Maybe on that one day
I was pushing you away
So afraid to see
The things you could see in me
But part of me struck curiosity
And went off wondering
Only to come back to your door
But not without some confessions
That my heart could not pour
The longer I waited
The harder it became
The longer it went on
The more I felt ashamed
I didn’t know why at the time
Or how I could do such a crime
But now all I know
Is that I let something worth having go

I’m trying to say I’m sorry
Trying to say this right
Trying to say
That now I see
What was there between you and me
Trying to tell you
That I’m no longing searching
Just simply waiting for you

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KOLKOREKOLKOREover 16 years ago
A usefull poem (we hope)

There should be a place for poems like this. True to life - Should they be called: "first order poems of life, those which come out of great need or hope or even desperation. No, there may not be there the convenient space and distance of memories and second or third processing. Those are the "second order poems". But the immediate ones, which come to soothe a desperate need or pain -useful poems, like notes to self or to a lost (let's hope against hope that not) loved one may be things could still be saved! So these are the useful coins of emotional needs. There should be place for them in all forms simple or grey or shafted. BTW, I am crossing my fingers for you.

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