Snapshot Poem by James McLain

Across the years we lost touch, your way was unknown to me,
mine to you.
How did we let our years fly, the children you have now,
were supposed to be mine, mine yours.
Yes, I have regrets, now seeing you after so long, your beauty
still excites me, time did not ask you to fade away into times
closet of memories, the door I am glad in respect to those,
was kept shut.
Waiting now for you, our respective spouses untold are not waiting
for time to unfold, a fabric some what bent, from weight of tears.
Excuse me, waitress? ....that is a bad accident out front, why do
your customers face all of that..?
Those are your what ifs, that might have been, flashing behind
futures..passing to go around you, some times they collide....