June Maureen Hitchcock

Lost Years

In my past, I saw life through a haze,

Or perhaps it was through a dust-storm!

I found myself trapped in the grip of love,

“Whatever love is” - as Prince Charles famously quipped!

I thought I couldn’t exist without you,

I thought I had no future without you.

Countless days I agonised, waiting for your call,

And countless nights I sat outside staring at the stars,

Re-arranging them to spell out your name!

How foolish I was - and how lost, all those years

Of so long ago.

If I could “wish upon a star” now,

I would wish I could have valued myself

And written my own name

In the night sky.

© June Maureen Hitchcock

November 5, 2011