One more time

some people meet, greet ,
love , hug , share tales,
and then they are just not present;
in the same city, with shared friends
you hear of them, miss them,
ask , plan, try the best
to meet, greet, hug and love
once more;
just one more time.
Then you suddenly realize
they will be away,
from your city, your circle,
your set of people you keep tab on;
the heart is suddenly sad,
at the missed dates, skipped meetings,
calls that did not happen,
that extra mile left uncharted
between the hearts that probably
longed for some carefree banter.
Once more I want, I wish
to ask , plan, try the best
to meet, greet, hug and love
once more;
just one more time.

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0 thoughts on “One more time”

  1. I feel that way sometimes but it will not happen with my adult children moved so very far from me. I do visit my oldest daughter at times but we have not gotten together now in many years. A very poignant write.

      1. You did visit though and that is the important thing. Daughters are more apt to visit their moms. I have three sons and rarely ever see them now that they are married. I know they love me but once there is a wife that seems to be the most important thing…as it should be. 🙂

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