I Was Late Getting There
I was late getting there
and I missed the sunlight
that shone on the table where we met
you enjoyed its warmth on your face
and the glass of wine glistened
that you held in your hand
the olive texture of your skin
the red dress you wore , the purple ring
the yellow ribbon in your hair
a coalition of color
radiated by the sun creating
an aura around you
I was late getting there
and I missed the way you touched my face
as you looked at me intently
as if no one else existed
and you said let’s make these moments count
now tell me about your day
and I remembered how you made me feel
your laughter at my inane jokes
you seemed so sincere
I was late getting there
and I saw you with another man
and the last words I heard you say
as I exited the other door was
let’s make these moments count
now tell me about your day
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