I almost told you, about you,
that you found someone new,
but it’s you.
An ear to listen, friend to care,
happy, sad,
you’re there.
I know your ways, favorite things,
can make you laugh,
or sing.
We’ve had our walks, our run,
different paths,
have begun.
Memories drift, time takes its toll,
goodbye,
won’t console.
Flinch of regret, little is known,
smiles are false,
and alone.
Not like before, life’s open door,
won’t stand in your way,
anymore.
I almost told you about you,
no reason to,
you knew.
Stephen E. Gibson