Timing is Everything by M.S. White
Some other time,
I would kiss the back of your neck while you read the newspaper,
she said with her beautiful mouth.
But not today,
because timing is everything,
In another place, she said,
I would put my hand on your knee as you played your guitar,
watching you enjoy sharing your heart through your fingers.
If our time was right,
I could breathe you in when you fold me into your arms.
timing is everything.
I can’t gaze into your eyes in the morning light.
You can’t put your hand on my hip as I make us coffee.
I can’t love you.
Because timing is everything,
she said with her sad smile.
I watched her later as she sat, laughing and holding his hand.
She tossed her hair and gazed into his eyes.
She rested her hand on his shoulder as they talked.
I ran away to keep from rushing over to take her in my arms.
Because, timing is everything.
There are a couple people in this world that are perfect for us,
her perfect lips told me.
The trick was to be free when I met you.
But timing is everything.
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