People often will say right place, right time
Or maybe it was the wrong place, wrong time
Few ever utter right place, wrong time though
But that was what had happened when we met
I can never forget those first few moments
The smile, the eyes with flair, and the long hair
Like most great things, they start off slow
But there was always that comfortability
To be one’s self and not pretend to be another
Everyone else around us could see it
From sharing food to enjoying music together
Laughing, subtle touches and resting our heads
Coming out of our different shells as we walked
We couldn’t hear the Ring that was close by
And then we had to go our separate ways
Knowing we had to focus on others
Rather than the choice that felt right
The logical, secure, path was taken instead
And with time passing by before we knew it
Only the little things are left to remind us
Of our existence in this huge, yet small world
I kept saying it was the right place, wrong time
Because it was never going to happen for us
No matter how great we were together
And all we had were these fleeting moments
That stoked the thought of what could’ve been
But maybe all along it was the right time
Because in the end, I still got to be with you. . .
Novatourist 