You

can’t catch me

You can’t touch me.

You can’t find me when you finally want me

I’m not the one to wait around for you when you decide something is better.

You try to say you were blind to the good things that were right in front of your face

and your eyes are open and you want to see if what was once so good is possible to contain again.

I wish I had the answers for you but, I am long gone and what I had to offer is off the table now for you.

Maybe if you close your eyes you can go back in time and stop from making this mistake but we all know that we can’t go back in time and what is final is final.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes