Timing is everything

Because its National Poetry Writing Month…

Like that Rickard’s Red pint,
I poured by accident.
I needed one,
And I made two.

I had my head in the clouds.

Like that time we met,
And that time I fell for you.
I looked for a friend,
And found a feeling I never knew.

I had my head in the clouds.

Something was off,
Somethings were not right,
So many things,
Finally piled up to my sight.

And I kept that pint,
Waiting for deliverance.
To prove my actions righteous,
But it turned stale.

I quit the clouds and looked again.

I could not be here,
It would not stay.
Our story ended,
And that is okay.

I poured out that pint,
I could no longer wait.
Then an order came for Rickard’s Red,
But it was too late.

I see it now like I didn’t see then,
Timing is everything.