I remember how you smiled at me at my Medicare Presentation.
And days later I saw you at the senior center and you smiled at me again.
I waved at you wondering what was behind that beautiful smile.
How I wish I’d gotten to know the you behind that smile,
The most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.
I suspect the inner you was far more beautiful.
But, alas, ships passed, never will I know
All the wonderful, loving treasures inside of you.
I never even knew your name, and I know I’ll never see you again.
Now you’re just a sweet memory in this repressed romantic’s imagination
Thinking about another one of those maybes that might have been.
And, ah me, my life has become like a walking soap opera.

Bob Boyd