Already I Am Mourning...

'Oh!' I sighed/moaned, 'When am I going to get time to read all of these beautiful booksfull of ever-so-fantastic writing?!''You won't' came my daughter Victoria's instant reply.'That's the sad truth about owning a library! You will never read all of the books!' ...But they are still nice to have nearby, like comfortable, wise, old friends. Already I am mourning all the ways we didn’t meetI didn’t linger in the leaves you scattered at my feetI never did discover what you made me think or sayOr needed to recover as your whisper slipped awayThe solace that we found in one another’s companyThe way you wound yourself around places inside of meThe way you would have kissed me if I’d given you a chanceThe way I would have missed you after our parting danceAfter the afternoon we didn’t spend, just you and IWith not a thing between us but perhaps a parchment sighThe friends we could have been, darling, does it not break your heartThe way that we will never meet thus we will never partA little like a flower bloomed unseen and gone to seedAlready I am mourning all the books I didn’t read © Janet Martin