There was a man who understood,
everything he thought he could,
so sure was he that all was clear,
he didn't make time for someone dear.

And when at last she'd packed her case,
he realized he was losing more than face,
but change was then much too late it seems.
for her heart was broken by shattered dreams.

Years then passed by in such long procession,
his own life floundered within his sad regression,
until by chance one summers day he saw her face,
and rushed to offer his pleas and warm embrace.

But sadly she had not remained alone like him,
two children reached to hold her hands and grin,
and so he stopped his dash some few paces before,
he could have reached to hold her just once more.

Instead he turned and knew that grey clouds would,
come to block out the sun that he then understood,
was never more to shine on his life as once it had,
indeed a hermit he soon became til quite fully mad...

©Rhumour
March 13th 2012