I generally don’t feature other people’s poetry on my site, but when I came across this poem, I couldn’t resist. It’s beautifully written, and stylistically and thematically similar to my poems. Special thanks to the author for allowing me to feature it on my site.
Mishaps. Mishaps. Mishaps.


He still thinks about her.

She’s still the girl
he looks for
in every crowd—
in parks and malls
and concert halls
where he knows
she’d never go—
he still hopes to find her.

She still remembers him.

He’s still her favorite
3AM thought—
half a nightmare
half a dream—
always finding home
in her mind
where all of him
isn’t welcome anymore.

They belong somewhere.

But as he puts his hopes
in all their tomorrows,
she tries to find solace
in all their yesterdays.
In between things
that will not ever happen
and things
that will not happen again,

Something not quite dead
lives on.


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