Wasted Chance
You've passed up on a chance
to be understood,
shrugging it off, believing
she eventually would;
meantime, fond feelings grow
stale and cold
like an unfinished dish still out there,
on hold,
exposed, and has not been
taken off the table;
sooner, not later, neither you nor her
would be able
to recall what saw you through
the storm and the frost,
the love you both let loose, let go,
and forever lost !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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