{"id":1424,"date":"2009-06-11T23:22:52","date_gmt":"2009-06-12T04:22:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=1424"},"modified":"2009-06-12T09:37:31","modified_gmt":"2009-06-12T14:37:31","slug":"i-did-not-realize","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=1424","title":{"rendered":"I did not realize"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I did not realize<br \/>\nWhen first I saw the eyeglass case<br \/>\nLying there, between rows G and H<br \/>\nThat these were to be the last moments<br \/>\nWhere trust was understood<\/p>\n<p>If the woman had but turned<br \/>\nWhen I had asked about the case, perhaps then<br \/>\nThe crisis would have been diverted,<br \/>\nThe car swerved away, the falling boulder missed<br \/>\nAnd we never would have known<\/p>\n<p>For if I had but known<br \/>\nI would have savored those few seconds<br \/>\nInhaled their essence, remembered each one<br \/>\nBut why should I have thought that everything<br \/>\nWould in a moment change?<\/p>\n<p>Trust is a delicate thing<br \/>\nIts beauty held aloft on angel&#8217;s wings<br \/>\nBut trust can be broken by even a word<br \/>\nAnd once broken, it merely lies there, and defies you<br \/>\nTo put back the pieces<\/p>\n<p>These lines are ragged, yes I know<br \/>\nNot the usual thing, something else<br \/>\nSomething you might have written, in that other time<br \/>\nThat time long ago time, not that long ago, or shall we say<br \/>\nOnce upon a time<\/p>\n<p>For had the woman turned<br \/>\nWhen I asked about the case, perhaps then<br \/>\nThe crisis would have been averted,<br \/>\nThe car swerved away, the falling boulder missed<br \/>\nAnd we never would have known<\/p>\n<p>How close we had come<br \/>\nTo disaster unforetold, to trust destroyed<br \/>\nIts broken wings fluttering feebly, but alas<br \/>\nThe car did not swerve away, the boulder hit its mark<br \/>\nAnd we are undone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I did not realize When first I saw the eyeglass case Lying there, between rows G and H That these were to be the last moments Where trust was understood If the woman had but turned When I had asked about the case, perhaps then The crisis would have been diverted, The car swerved away, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=1424\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;I did not realize&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1424"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1424"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1424\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1430,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1424\/revisions\/1430"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}