Left and right,
In a familiar place,
Familiar scenes,
Familiar space.
One day there’s new,
An unseen face,
So fair, so sweet,
Her hand I chase.
Day by day,
Entranced as she walks,
Month on month,
Still void of talk.
I do wish to speak,
A noise, a squawk,
But damn nerves reign,
I watch on, a gawk.
One noon I sat,
In unusual state,
My eyes revealed,
I was too late.
She walked the road,
With her a mate,
Toying ill with time,
Had altered fate.
Thoughts so deep,
Had words only spoke,
An easy plaudit,
A piquant joke.
Paths coil and twirl,
Fondness starts to evoke,
But silence took charge,
In regret I now soak.