Both Sides of the Love Coin, Part Two: My Favorite Unforgettable Thing
The first time
That I saw you,
Sitting on the Hill
As if you were a King
Watching over your subjects
I knew then that I was going
To marry you one day
Even though I was only eight.
The years rolled by—
As if they were a slow moving river.
When we stopped playing
Our childish games,
A part of me died,
Knowing that
I couldn't keep looking
At you as my personal King.
Also, we were putting away
My Unforgettable Things
More years rolled by—
And it became clear
If I wanted
To be
In a Relationship
With you,
I would have
To take on
More Responsibilities
That I wanted—
Or could handle.
So, I just walked away
From my favorite Unforgettable Thing.
And more years rolled by—
It took everything I had
To say yes
To my husband
When he asked me
To marry him.
All I wanted
To do
Was—
To run—
Back to you
And to beg
For your Forgiveness,
But I didn't
Want to admit
To both of us
That I was wrong
And weak.
The only thing
That I could
Was—
To walk
By your house
To show you
That I was
Still thinking
Of you.
It broke my heart
When I had
To hold my husband's hand.
I felt your Anger
Growing each time
That I walked by—
And I couldn't blame you.
When I finally got
My courage back
To tell you
That I love you.
But I let too many years to go by—
And I wished
That I found my courage earlier.
Because I might have had
The chance
To get
My favorite Unforgettable Thing back.
But I am too late.
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