seated together in the corner,
she remembered you quite well,
of the birthday cards you made,
of the letters you wrote.
Over a cup of coffee with friends
she told your story,
of how you made her giggle,
of those and many more stories.
laughing along today,
she could well recall,
the valentine’s cards you sent
of how beautiful they’re made.
she said you never made it clear,
of what your intentions maybe,
of how she could have been yours.
“how long has it been?” a question prompted at once.
with regret she said “twas long ago”
“mom…” a teen age girl called out to her
twas indeed long ago; as how the girl has grew.
“she could have been mine”….is all we could say.
A story told by friend over a up of coffee.
How many times have we ever said “I could have done that”, “I wish….”, “that could be me..” or in this case “she could have been mine”.
Every once in a while we are confronted with this truth. The truth that we could never ever bring back the past. All we can do is catch up a glimpse of the possibility of who we are meant to be and who we could have been. At the same time we can also catch up a glimpse of how far we have yet to go; we see that there are many twists and bends and struggles in the road before we finally arrive, and this glimpse will pain us with its reality. Of the reality that how much we wanted to…the past will always be just behind us.
There will always be a corner of our hearts where it is autumn, that part which aches with searching and loneliness, with restlessness or dissatisfaction. That’s why it is imperative to hold on to what we have at the moment and never let it go…
Have you let go of something and wished you could have it back? Let me know..