There were many kisses
So many kisses I missed
While walking blind
Down dead end paths
Following mirages of futures
That never arrived
Passing doors of possibility
Oblivious
Heedless of the sweet lights
Glowing inside
Which hindsight revealed
Far, far too late
Looking backwards with a pang
Of lost opportunity
How many unseen doors
How many pathways lie hidden
Blurred by the present
And the chase of foggy futures
How many more kisses am I adding
Every year
To that list
Of kisses missed?
The Noise of Silence 
a kiss missed is a sad thought man…but so true it is a product of our choices….and sometimes that is a painful realization…its part of the reason i got off the road so much…
Those soft missed kisses are sometimes the ones that haunt us in the future.
“While walking blind
Down dead end paths
Following mirages of futures
That never arrived
Passing doors of possibility
Oblivious
Heedless of the sweet lights
Glowing inside” This is my favorite part of your lip-starved poem,
Sounds like you need to go to some large event and do a survey on “Kisses Missed”
I know if you went to a Rainbow Gathering you could set a record !!!
Thank you. I think we’ve all probably missed a few at some point in our lives. š
Catch as many as you can, David xx š
Thanks, Polly. š
Ah those kisses missed, and the hindsight to see them fade away – pure poetry! Love how you brought it all together.
Thank you very much! š
Really, really enjoyed this David.
Thank you, John.
Sweet melancholia – loved it!
I love this poem! It’s so beautiful.
Thank you very much! š