you danced in place for
long hours on the lawn in
the late afternoon sun of
early spring and
my heart ached out of regret and
jealousy, hoping only that
you, and the sun, and spring would 
wait for me


Optimistic Existentialist said...

This poem makes me think of unrequited love...

Charity said...

Yes, and birds and crickets, and everyone else not bogged down with responsibilities. Poetic musings my escape!