These Words Were Meant For You Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I stopped my car today.
'Twas early hours.
And pulled the window down
thus to be heard.

And I just HAD to have
a word with her,
as she was walking.
'Hello, excuse me,
would you wait for me? '
She'd kept on walking,
quite oblivious
to things of urgency.

I tried my smile
and it ignited only
bemusement,
mixed with little bits of
pink impatience.
It wasn't possible
to stem the flow,
although the words I uttered
were - though bold - but few.

I told her then and there,
that I'd not seen
a woman of such beauty,
for many moons,
then quickly left,
embarrassed like a man.

And as she slowly shrank
into my mirror,
she first stood still,
then gave a tiny wave.

I'll say these words
soon to my own girl,
but spread the message
of her spirit where I can.