I saw you with her,
I knew she cared.
The way her head fit on your shoulder,
How she longed to be near you.
My heart stopped a little—
I’d never seen another hand reaching for yours,
Someone else by your side.
I didn’t think she’d be blonde,
But then again, I didn’t think much about it.
I wanted it for you,
Smiling eyes that love what they see,
The man I knew.
I hope she fell for you
The way I did, all those years ago.
That you won her with your humor,
Stayed up way too late telling stories
That stop making sense.
Poured her a glass of wine next to a chessboard,
Knowing she won’t beat you.
Packed up the truck,
‘Cause the stars shine brighter in the mountains.
I could wander down that dirt road,
Take my mind back—
Guess if she’ll fish at our favorite spots,
Dance around the campfire to the same songs.
But it’s not my place anymore.
Those roads are closed.
I’m just happy,
I saw you with her.
By Heather Dyan Morgan

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