Even admitting to have been...
Consciously on the wrong track,
Anyone who knows...
That an affair to have had,
Was not intended to be meant.
From an innocent flirting,
Between grown adults...
Teasing to recapture,
Those times gone.
But making an attempt to test,
Again.
Although...
Happy to miss being on time,
To find the usual done to do...
Expected.
At another destination,
To prove one dependable...
Like moving hands,
On a clock watched.
Would still disappoint,
That decision to make...
Seldom seems to please someone,
Awaiting and never satisfied.
Or at least pretend,
An appreciation expressed...
To mention.
When one does finally arrive.
'Where have you been?
I've got things to do.
And you knew that,
When I told you of it...
Weeks ago.'
-I got 'derailed'.
And I did the best I could,
To make up for lost time.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem