Wish

That we'd never met, we'd have it 

yet to come - the pleasure 

on greeting, whilst the little stab 

at parting would be far from mind.



Your short walk to the distance 

never squeezed a drop

of sorrow, nor did I notice

the fortunate weight of cement 

in my feet preventing me 

from making a tit of myself, running 

to catch you up and beg on bended knees

in vain attempts at preventing you

from leaving.



And I wouldn't wish 

we'd never met -

because we wouldn't have done yet,

but perhaps we will, again.