What might have been.

Sometimes, when I'm least expecting it,
when I'm busy doing my work,
you come drifting elusively into my mind
scattering all of my thoughts.
A stunning girl in a red dress, a sad smile
or just a snatch of song
brings back your memory, and I wonder, after all this time,
how you are getting along.
Today it was a Christmas carol,
softly sung, gentle and warm,
that brought you back to me
yet still sad and forlorn.
I think back to the very last time we met,
which was quite by chance but as luck would have it,
you were about to disappear to France
so we managed a quick lunch on a park bench,
and then I tried to impress you with my own clumsy French.
Then you were gone, and over thirty years have passed,
but I have never forgotten you or what might have been,
and just sometimes, I so yearn for the past.