Fini

I’ve decided who you are,

for what you stand,

even what you’re worth.

Oh, we’ve never met;

I don’t know much about you;

never asked you anything.

But I’ve categorized, classified,

stuffed you in a pigeon-hole,

with what I fear and don’t know.

Potential for our relationship

never had a chance;

end came before beginning.

I’ll never know what I missed,

but I am safe, secure;

little else matters.

I watch you through

protective window of my world;

sometimes wondering, mostly fearing.

One day all of this will be gone;

then I’ll go to be with Jesus.

I’ll tell him about you,

reminding him I prayed for you,

pitied you, kept my distance.

Surely he’ll understand.

Not!

© 2012 Todd Jenkins