Night Sky

I’ll Try AGain Later

Like two ships passing

in the night

You were there…

I was not

We tried so hard

to make things right…

to make things work…

two ships

We kept missing

one another

I was always late…

my job interfering

keeping me confined

Your time was limited

but, never compatible

with mine


the story of my


Two ships passing

in the night

The right person

at the

wrong time



To Late

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry

Always, I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.

As Ever, Annie

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