It doesn’t matter what they would say
Together we should have found a way
We let their words tear us apart
It was over before it could start
Then you, with him and me, with her
Certain now of no return
Laid aside, true love’s first bloom
Letting anger and strife consume
What did I ever think would be
Believing love between you and me
Years departed without your glance
Emptiness lacking first love’s enhance
Your picture found in discarded drawer
A familiar smile of promises sure
Thoughts in wonder of how you’ve been
Did memory of us find you again
Your face, now older, beauty undenied
Talk and laughter of time gone by
Our desire burns with love reborn
Deep regrets of lost moments torn
We plan for future, reshape the past
Assured that this time we’d last
But life, in irony, intervened
Collapse, an illness unforeseen
I watch as slowly, you drift away
Holding hands, a promise to stay
Yearning for our love again
I cry out for what might have been
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Quip's Corner - What Might Have Been
Posted by Aaron at 3:24 PM
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