We all make mistakes or wish we had done
things differently as we go through life. We can but move on, and try not to
make the same mistakes again although some will inevitably return to haunt us from
time to time.
In my experience, few sights compare
with a beautiful sunset for stirring up regrets for time passing, time lost,
and our own shortcomings…
WHERE NOW …? or ANATOMY OF A SUNSET
Where do
you go after sunset
(alone or
with someone)
since
that last time we met?
My
heart’s asking, can’t forget
though
we’re long gone...
Where do
you go after sunset?
For me,
alone, you came out,
and have
you kissed anyone
since that
last time we met..?
This
lonely heart aches for it,
your body
against mine…
Where do
you go after sunset?
Once,
time short if bitter-sweet;
ever
after, no comparison
since that
last time we met
Forsworn,
the politics of regret
for
putting love on the line…
Where do
you go after sunset
since that
last time we met?
Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2013
[Note: An
earlier version of this poem appears under the title .Where Now?' in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly
Books, 2004.]
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