Thoughts in Tangles

At sweet sixteen, her smile so bright, I, a bud of shyness, turned out of sight, Exceptional reply, a chance missed, Regret filled my heart as I reminisced. At twenty-five, she kissed her groom, I, a failure, cast in love's gloom, Exceptional stare, face filled with despair, Realizing my thoughts, I was well aware. At thirty-four, in the park she walked, With two kids by her side, they talked, I, a man of silence, lost in thought, Exceptional sigh, my pain unsought. At forty-three, tears flowed, divorced, I, a man bewildered and forced, Exceptional heartache, a world falling apart, Where did it all go wrong, I pondered with a heavy heart. At fifty-two, she vanished from view, I, unsure if I cared or withdrew, Exceptional curiosity, a burning desire, Where did she go, fueled my inner fire. At sixty-one, she sat in dismay, I, an old pa with wisdom's display, Exceptional courage, a smile I bestowed, Finally saying, "Hey!" as our stories flowed.