Time Travel
where were you when I was 20
and reckless
my heart and soul
and legs
spread open wide
for all to see the depth of me
where were you when I was 30
and apprehensive
my mind and heart
and legs
closed to him
because he didn’t understand the depth of me
where were you when I was 40
and fearful
my soul and heart
and arms
padlocked to all
because I had been wounded to my very core
you are here when I am 44
and exhausted
my mind and heart
and soul
only wanting to
find that one man with the untarnished key
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Favorite poem of yours yet. You nailed it.
Thanks Melanie!! Hope you are doing well. 🙂
You are welcome. I’m making it. Life is life.
So right on! Love this! I’m lucky that I found my dude in my late 20s and we’re still going strong, but I can totally relate to this and the feelings you expertly portrayed here. I love this: “you are here when I am 44/ and exhausted.” Right?! But, maybe, just maybe, the exhaustion will mean that you can let your guard down and let him find you and let him in. I hope so, babe. Very nice poem, my FatBottom-Sissy!
Thanks my Fat Bottom Sistah!! Love ya!
Hmm. nice. Really.
Being 60, they can still break a heart.
Recovery is tougher but faster thou.
Yes, goodbyes get different over time, don’t they?
Superb. The sentiments of too many of us.
Thank you!
What’s your twitter? I’m currently using @thewanderinpoet cause the man has me in twitter jail, lol.
I set one up, but have only used it once. Plus I can’t get the damn link on my page to work. 😦 I am not tech savvy!!
You just copy the number itself into the widget. Not the whole link. I’m pretty sure that’s the problem.