In some years

In some years from now, our paths might meet.
Very possibly so.

And I could wait for you there, and you could wait for me.
But you did not ask, and neither did I.

When we agree to wait, then we might not take a companion now,
and have to walk without a hand to hold.

And when we know the other is waiting, we might not walk in our own pace,
we might hurry, because we don’t want the other having to wait too long.

So we know why we don’t ask.
But we do long.

© AngelikaJahn 2012

About blue

I am a divorced single mum to a teenage kid, and at present re-emigrating to my homecountry Germany. Writing helps me to clear my thoughts, but as well to turn sadness, fear, and regret into something beautiful and release it from my heart.
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