You’d Be Back


There was a separate place
I went in my head when
I thought of you,
A place dangerous and
beautiful all at the
same time.
But, I didn’t dare let you
know how much –
I thought it would scare you –
like it scared me.
You see, I felt,
in your leaving
you’d find out how much
you really wanted to stay.
I knew you’d be back…
And what would I say
if I saw you now?
Would I tell you
“Oh, the kids would have
loved you.”
“We would have been cool
together all these years”
No, that adventure was
left behind.
I wouldn’t tell you
one more time
how much I loved you.
© 2012  DiAnne Ebejer                        
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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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4 Responses to You’d Be Back

  1. Niamh Clune says:

    Oh! DiAnne…this is very sad…maybe a regret we take with us always.

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  2. tolbert says:

    Hi DiAnne! I have not been on WordPress for ages but I am so glad I visited today for some reason. This is outstanding…so reflective and real. Always love your writing.

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  3. Hi Wayne! Thank you so much! Glad to see you here. Know you have been snowed under! I miss your wonderful words so get back here!

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