To Enlighten, Farewell
Part II.
The twisted irony of life,
Bestows an ever-present thrill.
As it was, really, me who died,
The night that I got dressed to kill.
I was not used for anyone to wait,
Fate tripped, as destiny commenced our complicated story.
It’s funny, while you were, as always, late.
I, for the first time in my life, have showed up early.
As you walked in the crowded dim-lit midnight room,
The time and noise have strangely started slowing.
You barely glanced at me and right away you knew,
I also knew, but stubborn frightened part of me was stalling.
Distraught by rapid altitude increase,
Although we didn’t say, both you and I have felt it.
You laughed with your disarming dimpled smile crease,
And just like that my heart forever melted.
The dazzle of how beautiful you are to me,
Could not convey if I was the most gifted poet.
My head screamed: Run! We still have time to flee.
Heart whispered: There’s nowhere to hide. Don’t be afraid. Go for it.
I would have gone home early only if I knew,
The hand of need is not out to feed you, but to starve you.
That night I didn’t fall in love with you,
I understood that I have always loved you.
At senile age of only almost twenty eight,
Controlled or not, alas, it was still folly.
You gravely said you thought it was too late,
I smiled, as I knew it was too early.
© A.B. Wisely 2021
