Another Time, Another Life

about a love marred by bad timing

The smile which has long been hidden
creeps across my face,
and I feel free.
Enraptured.
Taken aback.
I can't explain it, but it's
beautiful.
A simple sort of joy.
I exist!
You have no idea, but
it means the world...
even if only to me.
I want to scream
because you are
magnificent.
I want to lie down
next to you
and breathe you in.
To kiss your face and
whisper hope-filled promises.
I want to care in a way
which I am not allowed.
So I gracefully resign.
The time's all wrong,
the story the same.
And it's not for me.
I lay my kiss at your feet,
and walk away.
But it doesn't change anything.