Dear Readers,

Today I bring you a poem by an old blogging acquaintance and dear friend, Simon Falk, who blogs at Simon’s Still Stanza.

His poem is about those lost moments that make you wish you could turn back time and reclaim that lost opportunity. Funny thing is, Simon had published this not as part of the Romance Fortnight per se, but it just so happened that when he read about the Fortnight, imagination knocked. I’m glad it did and I’m getting an opportunity to share it with you all today.

Read on and enjoy your weekend!

---

Wait for me

Said the smiling be-freckled face.

Wait for me after

They were handed testamurs

Smiling for the photographer and

For the sheer delight

A degree of success

From the lectures and tuts and

Now

Bachelors all!

Wait for me after

Crowds came

Faces, hands, and places on the lawn

But he and

Her

Were

gone.

Wait for me after

He didn’t.

Not then.

But after, yes!

Many times

After

And after that.

After

She was gone.

Click here to read more on this post – https://wp.me/p3V7w9-Tw