That you had come along
Thirty years later
Or that my timing
Was better.
That I was your Chapter Three
Love affair
Not your quiet epilogue.
That I had seen
The things you saw
And shared more of you
Than I share now.
That I could somehow
Be there
And not these years
Behind.
I will never catch you up
Catch your eye
Dazzle you with wit.
It is too late
To blossom
Under your gaze.
I can only hope
That artless charm
And gentle quips
As we slide further
Will satisfy.
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