When you said this year was going to be different I thought <br />you were just making conversation. <br />When you told me about the yoga classes <br />and how it was all his idea, <br />I thought you were just poking fun. <br /> <br />It was later, after the passage of several weeks <br />and the unreturned phone calls <br />that it finally occurred to me what you meant. <br />This year would, in fact, be like the year before last, <br />which is to say a year without me in it. <br /> <br />So you are back in the old world from before, <br />where you used to live in apparent contentment, <br />and I hope that you can do that again. <br />Yes, I am sure, this is what I wish for you, <br />the waters of your life unsullied by the ripple after I had <br />thrust my hand into them. <br /> <br />Imagine, though, how foolish I felt when I realized, <br />quite too late, that I had missed the opportunity <br />to return the sentiment when you <br />tried to say goodbye.<br /><br />Don McWilliams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-year-is-going-to-be-different/
