Baby, If I Noticed Everything

do not blame me
about this
mess

did i notice really
everything every detail
like
the ponytail or the rosy cheek
or the dainty fingers
of the princess
in you

because if i did
i would have never left
where
you were then hiding
like a mole
on your nipple

you were waiting
for me to call your name
and kiss you

when you could have
simply
called me by my nickname

when you
should have been candid
and tell me
that you love me too

this world would have been
a happier place to live in

you and i, would have lived
a life
not wasted by those fast tracking loveless years

look at us
we are wrinkled with all regrets

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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