Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Missed Connections. Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

Saturday: 8:15 am
Orange Line

I saw you at the flea market, from all the way across the parking garage. You were with someone else. I waited for you, I came back for you, but ultimately I let you go. And now you haunt my dreams like a Sara Mclachlan animal rescue commercial.

I should have tried to make things work. I should have put you first. I let other things get in the way. Retirement savings, floor space. I'm sorry. I was wrong. It's not you. It's me.

I hope that you found someone who loved you. Appreciated what they had in you. Covered you in...Cloud Cover

And let a...Gentle Breeze...run through you

And trimmed you up with a little silver sparkle (from here).

Don't you hate it when you're still thinking about it 3 days later?

1 comment:

  1. I definitely do. There was a lab stool at a flea market that I should have snatched up. And then there was the "Dane" lamp at CB2 that I lusted after for years until they discontinued it. Le sigh.