Preterition
The mate of my soul
has passed me by.
Ships in the night.
Out of my sight.
I thought it was you.
My love at eighteen.
Destiny decreed
you become a has been.
I have been omitted
from that lucky queue.
Overlooked, yet hopeful
to one day find you.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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