[By Her; By Him] a poem

What you feel,
he more than likely,
may not feel,
may failed to ever feel-

-those missed opportunities,
no longer of value to be cashed in
to companion,
are re-lived at least a few minutes,
of everyday since their dusting,
the ashes,
wayward, carried, then dropped
into the accumulating rest,
once upon a time too missed chance,
value may mean to you, what it doesn't
mean to him, or may ever be recalled by
him-


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Just a Body]