The Gift of Knowing

There was a time
when she was sought
by one so enamorate of her
his words were lost
Awkward gestures
so nervous he was
He gave her moments
She’s never forgotten

The time was then
she was confused
seeking love
from one who refused
a refusal that should
have told her then
that the love she longed for
she would never get.

So persistent was she
that he finally gave in
And turned her back
on the other him

The one who stood
outside her door
As a knight engages
his mighty sword
He lifted her up
that very day
and swooned her until
she almost caved

But her memory of
His kiss so raw
she still can feel
His love from whence before
It took her breath away at once
She found herself
Someone who loved

But thinking back
So long ago
He had found her
and she let him go

So as she sits
and tells this tale
amongst the life
So alone, so stale
a conversation
with the him she chose
is barely one, Just plain hello’s
Casual passing
they are like strangers
that spend their days
and make arrangements

She is content
to say happy would dismiss
The realization
of that long ago kiss

But as life goes
and continues each day
It’s the feeling of loss
of he who got away
The story I tell
today to you
Is simply due
to a trigger or two
A movie, a song
when the lovers will gaze
Upon each other
not look away

Alas, this memory
is one that’s fleeting
and revealing itself
after bitter reaping
of days gone by
that made her whole
The gift of knowing
so long ago


About goplayintraffic

My Blog, which began as a mommy blog and turned into a writing website,, is the product of my years of being home with my children and trying to find ways to keep myself sane. I have always had this feeling, coming from a single mother, that I have to contribute financially and that I have to be able to take care of myself and my children. having been married, being a NYC school teacher, having four children, living in Newtown, CT and trying to find a way to get through each day with a smile has always been something I've strived for. My stories, articles and poems will do a lot of things but mostly make you feel. I think that is what is so wonderful about having the ability to write. I have been given the gift of taking my emotions and transferring them to written word. Once that is done, I can share those words with others who may feel better, maybe just for a moment, but better nonetheless having read my words. I am glad you are here and hope you will stay:)
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