What might have been
The prospect comes to haunt me,
the choices made when
Youth was all we knew.
We met too soon,
too hasty in decisions,
That led us both to go
our separate ways.
As tantalising as a gift unopened,
as lovely as a rose bud in its prime,
A memory unspoiled , by life untested
But polished now so gently through the years.
What might have been -
if we had had the patience,
What might have been -
Imagined in the dark.
I could write a book of our adventures
What might have been
Lies pleasant on my mind.