Missed Opportunity Poem by J. Robert Trebor

her hair, dark red as a new rose
eyes, the color of turquenite
her figure sculpted to match Venus of Arles
movements as a sea breeze, welcoming, fluid
voice, deep, sometimes husky...sexual
she is stunning, beautiful
I know her
I have not seen her in years
I yearn to connect again
we meet, she takes me back to her home
excited, she stands next to me at the bedroom door
kisses me, then she whispers in my ear, 'missed opportunity, good night'
my ex-wife takes the hand of her husband and closes the door