Too Many Times

 

Too Many Times

 

Far too many times

she said

I reminded her of him

 

The last time

took the biscuit though

since I was far too busy

 

Shaping words

Whilst she was busy too

both moulding me and him

 

Occasionally I wonder

though what might once

have been

 

The problem is

she came too late and

just as I was leaving

 

With more time though 

and a prescription pad

to hand

 

Maybe I would still be

her God

who knows