Strange how time robs
us of our essence
makes you sob
at the loss of presence
in the car park
she stood smiling
teeth and eyes
unchanged
it was the grey
in that chestnut hair
the wrinkles on a
once smooth cheek
that caught me
by surprise
I don't know why
I thought she'd never age
Two kids, pushing 40
the narrow figure
thickened, breasts enlarged
where did the little elf go
the cheery
ever smiling one
who tolerated misdemeanours
cleared up and patted heads
it went wrong somewhere
her dream died
chose the wrong man
now its too late to change
I could have saved her
loved her even
put on the road to joy
but all she wanted was her black haired boy
