What would have happened if we’d never met?
Strangers. Out lives, would they have been the same?
And after the tomorrow of today and the next,
Would we brush in the street? Unnoticing?
Would we even know of the other’s existence?
Would we smile politely or stare straight past the other
As if they didn’t exist? Maybe they didn’t.
Would there be something missing from our lives?
Or would we be content? Simple? Lacking? Plain?
Would we know it? Would we be truly happy?
Would we even know what happiness really was?
What love was? Would we get married?
Have children? Or be forever soul-searching?
Trying to find out who we were. How we connected
Into life, the universe and everything.
Would we be bettered or worsened? Or unchanged?
Would we lead emptier lives? Fuller ones? Neither?
Would we see each other one day and wish.
Wish we had met. Years ago. When time
There was plenty. When nothing
Else mattered. When we only needed each other.
Our love. And the stars. The road would have been ours.
Open and elusive. No responsibilities. No excuses.
Just us and them. The world to share.
We could have had it all. All that we needed.
In a heart-beat. A match-box. Bursting to the rim with
concentrated love. But instead strangers. From different
Worlds. Our hearts overlapped. But we didn’t know.
And now too late. You smile politely, as we walk our
separate ways. Strangers. Only strangers. Nothing more.
You turn the corner and you’ve already forgotten.
Me. What could have been. Gone. Out of your mind.
Whitewashed clean. Our lives unchanged.
Frozen in the hands of time.