"What a wonderful surprise!" - "Third time lucky!" (or rather, providentially blest)
...words that - with hindsight's quick and ready, beneficial wisdom -
I would've - could've - should've said...
...then and there...
If Only...as New Zealand's musical legend Shona Laing might've put it in her beautiful, evocative (yet veritably obscure and unknown) 70s' hit by that name...
Ever too little, too late - full of regrets and self-recriminations -
if only
Your head bobbed up...suddenly, unexpectedly, joyfully (for me),
thus catching me totally off-guard...
It'd seemed you weren't there that (particular) day - Easter Monday - but then you were...
...suddenly you 're-appeared' - materialized (like that chuddy-gum chewin' cowboy kid from the American Midwest in Willy Wonka's time-transportational, telekinetic contraption)...
I was flummoxed, floored...lost for speech - a thing not usual for me...
But things were fraught - the checkout operator was ready and willing...
and I couldn't keep her waiting...
And so trivia engaged - engrossed - my waylaid mind: assessing the cost, the price of everything - the true, real value of nothing...
...that really mattered, anyway...
For indeed, you (*the priceless, inestimable one) had been ever there,
always on my mind...
If only
*Necessary Disclaimer (with that wonderful benefit of hindsight referred to earlier):
Lest anyone mistake my use of such superlatives - though it is (meant to be) a poem, and therefore the style naturally lends itself to that sort of vocabulary - may I add the following: such language (i.e. priceless and inestimable, in particular) may indeed appear/admittedly are somewhat over the top...especially for someone I clearly hardly know. Yet I feel they capture the preciousness, in the eyes of their Creator-Redeemer, of every last human being who's ever lived - for Jesus Christ would have died for that one alone (if there had been no other who'd gone astray); He would have verily passed through the horrors and agonies of Calvary's cross for that individual alone.
However, even more aptly (in this particular instance): priceless - inestimable are the consistent meanings my (8-12) assorted baby name books (among my vast book hoard accumulated over the decades) attribute to the Christian name of the person my poem is devoted to. Naturally hoping she'll one day read the same and guess that for herself! A fanciful imagining, no doubt, but once one ceases to dream, life becomes a rather sad affair.
**Apology: Admittedly adding all of this onto a piece of poetry does tend to nullify the entire thrust and beauty and pathos of the writing - not to mention its stylistic layout (especially with my brand new, ethereal, outer space, off this planet background) - and thus render it rather contrived and artificial. Sorry.
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