Here and Gone

I washed my face.

I brushed my teeth.

I’m tired and I need some sleep.

But in my mind

And soon my dreams

Are visions of what could have been.

I play it back,

The moment when

I should’ve said, “Let’s meet, again.”

But in its stead

The silence grew

No chance for “us”.

Just me. And you.

You’ve excited me and inspired me to poetry.

Could be meant to be, just call it destiny or wait and see.

I’m tired of complacency; I yearning for what waits for me.

I’ve looked inside the book and said the words now it’s finally.


And gone.