I kiss you
on the lips.
You cry.
“That’s how I thought
you would kiss me
20
years ago! ”
“But you never did! ”
“Why...didn’t you! ”
“You were my best friend’s
friend”
“I was only your best friend’s friend
so I could be
near you! ”
“I didn’t...know! ”
“I didn’t know...you didn’t know! ”
“But you
married him! ”
“I know...I know...
but that was just to get back at you
for not kissing me like that! ”
Oh! Her story
of our history
grieves me.
She cries.
Turns to go.
I hold her.
Kiss her.
But she says “No...
you robbed me of my future
20
years ago! ”
:) an old refrain “You were my best friend’s friend”, but interpreted in your own lovely way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time past, chances missed, feelings misunderstood? Haven't we all been there? Do we not all have regrets about missed opportunities? Wonderful, thought provoking write!