A Second Chance

A Second Chance long poem

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Time drifted us,
Love lost its charm,
Self replaced ‘together’,
Ego took over command,
The bygone torments its very existence,
Wish we could give it a second chance.

A magical world surrounds,
Mysterious yet beautiful
A castle we build,
of dreams and goals,
A perfect embodiment for our connected souls.
A promise delivered,
To maintain our small realm ,
Inscribed in these walls,
Yet …..the glass breaks.

The mirage…. a thought called happiness,
Lurking to reveal its true self,
A turbulent storm rises,
Swallowing the special moments,
Ripping us each day,
The hollow, incomplete fellows,
Stand there unaware of happening.

I look for the person I knew once,
Shouting at top of the hill,
All I hear is my Echo,
A cold alarming shrill.

Difference of priorities,
Diversion of paths uncovered.
One took a back seat in game called life,
While other ambitions took him forward.

This little beast has grown,
I see your imprint in him,
Afraid to peep in those innocent eyes,
Reminding me of his father
He asks me questions,
I dodge ,
No answers yet again,
He makes a cute grumpy face,
I tickle till he laughs ,
A Sigh , as tears roll down,
An ignorant Relic of our jittery past.

LIFE a lesson itself,
We learned the hard way,
For once if we could communicate,
And truly relieve our old days.
The regret eats me within,
Had I just once looked back.
The things would have been different ,
Had we given it another chance.

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