#FleetingGreetings
Posting this as a response to a tweet when @fourfoot asked if we had ever met someone in a fleeting way and had an impact on us.
This is my story. A young lady (Cla(i)re M..... - drop me a line if you read this!) at a house near a station outside of Coventry, near Westwood Business Park.
A poem/song about should I contact her... now I've tracked her down with BT phonebook online... It's called "I have no regrets" (This one didn't make the cut into my poetry book "Recollections of You")
I HAVE NO REGRETS
I didn't need to hedge my bets
I just was not the sort to have regrets
No need for getting in a fret
No need for dripping with a worried sweat
From the first look of your face
I guessed I'd always have a case
To start the fight, to run the race
The phone-book told me of your place
And I have no regrets
No second thoughts, no debts
No reason to reject the choice I'd made
I have no regrets
No problems remain set
No chance I could forget, I will recall
I have no regrets at all
I wrote the letter to you line by line
Rewriting every page time after time
Felt I was walking the thinnest line
This time, this time, just like the last time
It wasn't just a case of boy meets girl
Each second counted as the clock hands turned
We put into practice all we'd learned
But could we bridge the gap between our two worlds?
And I have no regrets
No second thoughts, no debts
No reason to reject the choice I'd made
I have no regrets
No problems remain set
No chance I could forget, I will recall
I have no regrets at all
Not hard to track you down
The question was ‘Would I?’
Chance of a lifetime?
Or a chance to pass me by?
Not hard to track you down
The question was ‘Should I?’
Should I leave it there with no chance to learn?
Should I leave the stone that I had unturned?
Should I use the match to make the fire burn?
Should I? Should I? Should I?
And I have no regrets
No second thoughts, no debts
No reason to reject
I have no regrets
No problems remain set
No chance I could forget
No second thoughts, no debts
No frets, no sweats, no threats
I have no, I have no, I have no regrets
Paul Mullins © 27 October 1995
