Linda Darnall Poet Free verse

Here:There

while you were still here,
I 
ruminated silently, 
pretending I didn't much
care,  
was neither Here nor there,
and so, Your love was a ripe hanging fruit,
beautiful and free,
but i never fully partook--
I kept it under wraps,
except for a few stolen kisses 
now and again,
There: here-- just a will'o the Wisp
Half-desire
floating sideways in my head.
An enchanting quirk was the thought of Love,
incongruous to my ingrained thoughts, my "common sense",
beckoning me to greener pastures --to a "real" life
that seemed too out of reach to even imagine my arrival in it,
for you were my little dewdrop, 
beautiful but vulnerable;
and as I turned, I saw you
gobbled up by
the wind-- by a
breeze that disappeared 
as fast as it appeared.
Your richness was lost on me-
until you were gone.

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Karen Jones November 6, 2021 at 1:22 PM This is beautiful and engaging, as the last line sums up we take much for granted until it is no longer present. Linda Darnall November 9, 2021 at 10:35 PM Thank you, Karen, for your encouragement! You're right- it's easy to get so caught up in my own world, & forget to be thankful of the great people around me that I deeply appreciate.