What A Difference... Poem by Marie WardAlonge

I remember when we first met.
You were curious.
I was not in love, yet.
We talked about things we believed.
Many found difficult to conceive.

Words were clinging, then fresh, and anew.
As passion built, our excitement ran through.
When we kiss, you held me tight.
Do you remember you told me it felt so right?
My thought was to slow it down and to make it last,
Before it came to bed.
However, you were determined to go full speed ahead.

As we grew, I knew only too soon.
With your work, you had become too consumed.
As your tensions increased, you told me just a bad day.
I could not help but think I was in your way.
Twelve (12) months and three (3) days later, I can declare.
I am justified to say your love is rare.

As the sun sets on what we once had,
Some mornings come and I do get mad.
But as the nights pass and the pain lessens,
Losing you, might be a blessing.
I know time will come and you, I am missing.
My eyes will swell from reminiscing.

And if thoughts of me should ever come,
Think not of love you lost but of love you almost won.
If down that road, we meet and do a second take.
I shall pass you on and think what a difference a year makes.