Lost Opportunities

Time and time

Again and again

Walking around with closed eyes

Times a-gone

The chance wasted.

Never to be given again.

You felt it,

As time passed.

A love between you growing.

Time ran out.

You had to leave

Separated by three thousand miles.

Promises to write,

Remaining friends.

But as youth passes by

Summers go on

A page gone,

Left three thousand miles away.

September 1989, Hartlepool, England.

-Richard