What If…
Regret crashed upon the ice
and slipped into a coma
Shame slammed into a rocky cavern,
shattered and broken
Guilt rode in circles
until drifting away on an ice floe
And you and me—
lived out this fairy tale
With flowers in my hair
and sunshine seeping into every pore
Wandering across plains of grass
wrapped in triumph
Without fear and loneliness
raging at the door
Allowing breathless, expectant
moments of time
To carry us
lightly, gently
like whispers on the wind
toward an eternal embrace
Where we have always belonged—
without the ache of knowing
this love must end.
A beautiful imagining. I take ‘this love’ to mean ‘this relationship.’ In my experience, love never ends.