Squandered Chances

He thought.

If only you had
Returned my smiles
When life for us seemed
So worthwhile,
And touched and soothed my trembling hand
When I reached out only for you
And really tried to understand
How my feelings for you grew.

If only you had
Felt my nascent fire
As its flames grew everyday higher,
Seen the forlorn yearning in my eyes
And heard those soft, soul wrenching sighs.
The pain was there for everyone to see
As open as an unhidden plea
But you always tried to look away
Whenever, by chance, I came your way.

She thought.

Had I only gleaned the feelings
Lurking inside of me
Had I not been so totally blind
To see what I ought to see
Had I been in right frame of mind
And not chased other rainbows to find,
I would not be as unhappy now
And be in such an emotional bind.

Had I then spoken few caring words
Instead of putting on airs,
I wouldn't now be asking why and how
And analyzing despair.
Had I not then schooled myself
To be a master of disguise,
We would have been together now
There would have been no goodbyes.

Their eyes met in silence
And in silence, they went their ways,
Reflecting on their squandered chances
And wishing they could start again.

~ Krishna ~