MISSED CHANCEA Poem by Betty HermeleeA slice of LifeMISSED CHANCE
He walks past me on a tree-lined sidewalk A knife in my chest I sniff his cologne We nearly brush, my hat shields part of my face My personage fails to attract I follow him well behind a shadow’s distance For days I anticipate and stalk Often, I must run To hold him in my glance One time I watch him turn his head Shall I assume a gaze at me? My heart dips, I blush Likely a fancy? He turns, meanders slowly toward me Peruses my figure As we face close He mutters:” Oh excuse me, I thought you were someone else.” Twists his figure to leave I endure, shell shocked My hope drowns My tears, a stream of rejection
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5 Reviews Added on March 3, 2021 Last Updated on March 3, 2021 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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