If you’re reading this, I know you still care for me.
Hate is synonymous with love, so thank you for being out there, somewhere, looking me up.
I look you up, too.
If you’re reading this, I need you to know that I’m afraid we’ve missed our chance at one last try.
One last try before we die.
If you’re reading this, I need you to know that I’m here, waiting for you.
And for those of you who just happen to be reading this:
Seize the moment and reach out to your long-lost you-know-who.
Well, of course!! And it was so much fun getting to see you last week❤️
Thank you for being there for me back when and now! xoxo
It was so nice to see you at the luncheon, Teri.
Love 💕 this poem.
It was great seeing you as well, Denise. And thank you for your kind words regarding my poem.
Powerful. I feel as though we are currently seizing the moment.
If we don’t seize our moment now, then when? At almost 70, I am hoping my poem will open a closed door, although I am doubtful. Anger is a powerful thing.