Rearview

I wrote this poem last summer sometime, wondering in my head about (what else?) guys. Silly little ditty. Why I never posted it. But now, looking back, I have answers to all three. A couple I wish I had known then, but none I felt I really could or would have handled differently. Noted for your perusal.

I notice you when
you notice me but
is that all it will ever be?

It WILL be more, a very good more, but it has an end.

Too old or too young
Can’t there
be one in between?

THIS is only trouble, & enough stress to make an ulcer cry.

I would be, if He
would be. But he won’t ever be.
I’m so over this.

He WON"T ever be, and? It is good. Very good. Get over it is right.