And I stood at that nagging
Feeling that creeps through the esophagus
And gives you butterflies inside the tummy
I was now 45….
Staring at an old Prefect’s Day souvenir !

And there you were, a creature of outer-grace
Who graced my heart and left an indelible mark
Before my wretched self knew
That missing someone
Could take a lifetime of longing
Squeezing your heart from all corners

And I loved you
When that word had no meaning
And falling into “something” – without knowing what !
Seemed like the only thing to do

And then and now…..
Perhaps I was culpable of always loving you
In the present tense………

Did I love you too soon?
Perhaps, I will never love you too soon!