Saturday Never Came For You and I
(Part II)
Young and fine
15 years your senior
Hell, looking at you alone is a misdemeanor
My friends all thought I’d lost my mind
I’d overhear them calling me "Stella" from time to time
But it’s OK, because we all knew you’d go away
I saw you yesterday, but you didn't see me
She was as young as you, with her little son
As she looked in your eyes she heard
"We’ve only just begun"+
I overheard you promising her Saturday too
But will Saturday come anytime soon for you
Will it come for her? Or will it simply pass her by
Because Saturday never came for you and I
Inga
a/k/a Poetlady777
Inga, what a sad poem
Well, what's really sad is that I'm sure someone has actually experienced this... You did a very good job with writing this poem. Keep that pen moving and take care





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