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It Was My Choice

Rivers and mornings
That’s what you are
Never standing still
Waiting for me there
Early for the day
Long for the night

She said it wasn’t my fault
The finer things weren’t for me
But it wasn’t about that
The timing was never right
Not for a promise

We looked long alright
Until you touched my hand
It’s not a movie scene
Though I knew it would end

I’m going to live longer than that
I know how to slow time down
Waiting for the sun each day

I can’t laugh about it
I had my chance

But he took it for himself


Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on July 26, 2018:

Thank you Louise. You are very kind!

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on July 26, 2018:

That's a lovely and well written poem. I enjoyed reading it, the words are lovely.

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