Sitting here and pondering
All the could've, should've and would've been
How can something so close, within my reach
Just slip away
Slip into a distant past, never to be remembered
I thought I had it all figured out
Play your cards right, Be yourself
But that never seemed to be enough
You slipped right pass me
I was like a child, watching beach sand slip through my fingers
And just being blown away by the wind
We almost made it
But then again, Almost doesn't count
How can you miss something so much
That Almost was
How can you miss something so much
That Almost happened
But I believe it's true
One can miss and love something
You never had
You were never mine
(c) Lizelle Leasel Martins 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem