To Sally, for what might have been.
To frame your known and lovely face
Within the small yet feeling space
Between the fond intention of my hands.
And, had no plans for you to know
How time dilates the slowness of
Our separate days, where we both stay
Disguised, among the wrong established choice
Which younger voice thought right.
Yet for tonight, you let me see
How it could be if others claim
To call your common name; were through.
Why then, should I feel blue
Now that at last you’ve said,
“I love you too?”
© James Rainsford 2011
Posted to One Shot Wednesday on 17th May
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