Last updated on April 4, 2020
Don’t fret
I remember what you said
and the way you looked
the last time we met.
Every detail of every glance
Yours, thoughtful, patient interest
Mine, the same, but with a dance
Hidden deep within my chest.
Your life, full of accomplishments
A gobsmacking list of achievements
Mine, a bit more restrained
One destiny has not yet ordained.
There aren’t many things I can do
Take a picture, write a poem or two
While you, it seems
have already fulfilled your dreams.
Someone to look up to, be inspired by
Not even knowing you helped me fly.
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