I had not forgotten, these 40 years, of youthful dreams and good times shared, days of loneliness brightened by hours of joy. You reached to me. Absorbed with myself, I was unable to see beyond, beyond walls, beyond what you offered. I did not, I could not reach back, unable to see beyond my horizons, to give back what you longed for, I was a one way street, a one way heart, oblivious to happiness, entrenched in myself.
Then I saw your face again, your knowing eyes looking back these 40 years, directly into my soul, and all rushed back. It was an announcement of your passing and it all rushed back, I had not told you that I loved you, trapped in my heart but unable to convey, my shortcomings flood over in waves of regret. I could have been better, I should have understood. I think of you often, these 40 years, memories undulled by time. I should have told you, the words you longed for. I hope you had a great life, these 40 years, memories live, born of love.
It took all these years for me to understand. Even though my heart now belongs to another, I loved you then and I love you now.