The Sting of Lost Potential
January 5, 2007
I was of the belief
This was our last night
Can’t rewrite the ending
Try as I might
Put out the candles
And crawl into bed
So many questions
Circling overhead
It’s going to sting
Half believing it’s not
Coin operated love
But I can’t find the slot
I want it so bad
Way beyond being coy
A gift catalog
For an excited boy
Your scent on my shirt
In my head is your smile
It’s almost bearable
When you call forever awhile
I’m still intoxicated
By instant memories
Easy hearts collided
By putting minds at ease
These chance meetings
At inconvenient times
I’m now being punished
For my previous crimes
When I find the one
She will have you in her
Finally able to focus
You helped remove the blur