Sometimes we speak
with not one word,
yet still we think
that we are heard.
Sometimes we care
and think that is enough,
as our caring goes unknown.
Sometimes we show
when no one does see,
though we think they do,
wrongly,
wrongly.
Sometimes we realize
long after the time has passed,
we let true love
slip through our hands.
and she said to me,
"I let him go,
but he would not
let go of me",
so we are
together again,
remarried,
remarried,
and now I know,
we were meant to be,
for once again
I do see,
what I should have seen
all along,
but only saw
once he was gone.
~~~
to
Hal and Barb
together again.
