I can’t help ponder that there’s something I miss,
Possibly opportunity for happiness that leads to sweet bliss,
Just as dry sand slips through these clay hands,
Did I lose the occasion to be your man?
Wishes designed with you somehow still being here,
Wouldn't have manifest, till you were no longer near,
Seems I often moved too slow, others times too soon,
Understanding the sun doesn't shine the same, when you're the moon,
Stuck in life’s traffic, with no GPS, in need of direction,
Lying to myself, saying I don't, require your affection,
If one wish was granted, and your presence inhabited mine,
I'll tell myself I’ll do better next time,
But time is not obligated, to repeat the things we take for granted,
Like a heart felt plea, for Love's second chances.
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