A Hand Not Taken

A Hand Not Taken

You were in demand, for hearts to mend,
Many suitors came in, and out your life.
But I was ever, just a friend,
An ear to help, sort out the strife.

I was there, and watched our growth,
As we went, from kid to person.
You was the one, I knew the most,
When we were raw, without pasts and reason.

Feelings were shared, not to raise passion,
But ponder life's rules, as teens understand.
Friends became not, and clothes out of fashion,
But my heart was afraid, to offer my hand.

For I had plans, of career and school,
Away from home, and all who knew me.
Forge a persona, and discard the fool,
A new direction, start fresh and free.

Chase a profession, from place to place,
Establish ties, new business and friends.
Design and politics, for rockets in space,
And new passions, of methods and ends.

I would have loved, to have you beside me,
But who was I, to ask you to forgo,
All your own passions, that came to be,
The full person you are, in life's flow.

A measure of happiness, I have obtained,
But have always wondered, if I had asked,
For you to follow, and join my team,
To bear my children, and alter the past.

Now the reunion, old friends the same,
We all knew you, far deeper than others.
Because we were there, when we became,
The people we are, before the covers.

June 6, 2008