You Tell Me Now?!?

You’re telling me this now instead of back then?!?

I wish I’d known while unattached.

I promise, if I’d been aware way back when,

the sauciest plots would have hatched!

I didn’t think you had an interest in me.

You’d played it like you were so cool.

I’d love to seduce you; I’m no longer free.

Our one chance was back in high school.

We wouldn’t have married. We’d split in the end.

But, wow … all the mem’ries we’d have …

instead, you remained in the box I’d marked “friend,”

a fate we both know is quite drab.

I guess I shall daydream and that will be that,

for dreaming’s the best I can do.

So I leave you now, no real tits for your tat,

still wishing that back then, I knew.

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possession

losing grip like an icicle melting in the sun

crashing down, striking man rather than hitting the ground

a surprise, the ancient asteroid, crack of a gun

splitting flesh, tearing what did not belong to him down

 havoc wreaked, spoiling ruins strewn about, a shipwreck

waning yelp, the lion mangled his voice with that roar

turning red, the scarf blazed an autograph on the neck

termination. absence of fodder for an encore

Déjà Vu

I wish I could stop thinking of the things I should have said.

But now it’s all I do; I keep reliving in my head.

Why is it that when I’m gone, I figure it all out?

I know so clearly what I should have said, without a doubt.

Even if I sit and plan the things I want to say,

when I’m in the moment, my words don’t come out that way.

Trying it a second time is never quite the same.

It loses any impact, like a slowly dying flame.

I tell myself that next time I will get my words out right.

And someday when I do it, it should bring me great delight.

Since I never have, though, hand-me-downs are all I’ve got,

sifting through, again, how come my words betrayed my thoughts.

If I Could Go Back

When in the frozen corners of my mind,

I see myself, a distant glow of youth,

and I lament the person that I find.

I wish she knew the future and its truth.

So confident that I was young and set

to live my life pursuing what I love,

I knew not that I’d always be in debt,

still owing to myself what I’d dreamed of.

So, every moment I’d make sure would count.

I’d take advantage of my age and health.

I’d relish having problems I could mount.

Of different mem’ries, I’d retain a wealth.

I’m not the first, nor will I be the last,

to wish, in life, I could relive the past.

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