Sometimes old wounds bleed at the oddest times. When you least expected it…
Suddenly, your smile flashed in my faintest memories of you… though, i can’t say i remember how you look now after 40 years.
If only you know who i am right now.
If only you know whom the person i have become.
If only you can get to know your grandchildren.
They do ask about you discreetly, not wanting to hurt my feelings.
I hope i’m not the only one missing you sometimes.
Heck, I hope you miss me all the time.
Strange that i have forgiven, the wound, i believe have healed but tears gathered at the brim of my eyes whenever i think of you.
Someone asked me what will i do if you turn up at my door one day. I said i do not know. Is it too late to apologize? Well 40 years have gone and you haven’t turned up… so i really don’t know.
Will you ever? I have stopped asking that question for a long long time.
Maybe one of your sons will stumble upon my page and realised that we share the same family name and start to wonder? Really… i don’t know.
Maybe it’s the hormones playing havoc in me… 🤭
Well…let’s leave it at that. I moved on after leaving that part of my past to HIM.
If he turns up at my door one day, i can’t say what will happen. Unless that happens, am not expecting it either.
I just hope i will see you before our curtains finally closes at the end of our lives 💜