Fine Wine
“Bad timing” we agreed
We weren’t ready for where we were headed,
we decided.
You and me, but mostly you.
(You deciding, me agreeing)
As the months went by, we had time to think,
time to grow.
You focusing on you
Me focusing on me
Me focusing on you
(Secretly hoping you were focusing on me)
Hoping like fine wine, we would get better with time
(I’ve never been one for fine wine)
Rough draft of a poem I wrote for creative writing. This is one of my first attempts at poetry.






