Wasted Opportunities. Poem by David Lacey

Wasted opportunities haunt the memory of adolescence,
I remember a time within the white room
As smoke bellowed alongside monsoon thunder
I placed resistance before instinct in turning my head from the girl.

These days she runs in frantic routines,
Finding time only once in a while to turn her smile my way.

My earliest memories are of the girl her eyes a blue fantastic
Piercing the hollows of my shell her smile was pure innocence,
Truly the only cure for looking glass blues.

Inside the circle we played amongst the grey
Seeking within the day the words to say to one another.
Paddling throughout infancy, attachments were set in stone
And even now no soul claims priority above the soul that Love forgot,
Not out of carelessness but of an inability to cope with the fact
She was never there to hold me true in embrace.

We were torn, seams worn at such a young age
That she seemed naught but a distant dream
Lost within the journals of memories wandering.

Forever picking up the pieces off the floor
Forever wanting for more, how am I
To grow in appreciation of the moment.

Seeing her again after so many years
Brought naught more than tears to my eyes.
Eros let sail an arrow from his bow,
Failing in stirring her passion he left me wounded
A soul out of fashion with the false idols of media that rule her world.