To My Darling, Whoever She Is

If I’d only turned that corner … or if you’d crossed that street … if you hadn’t booked that sauna … How come we didn’t meet? If I’d joined the Belgian army, or enrolled at Kansas State, or if I’d passed on that pastrami … so – is it now too late? If I linger in DeSoto’s, or step out, some freezing night: if I stop to take some photos … who knows? We might. We might! Or must I say, no way, “me rindo”? Or keep hoping for that glance? If I gaze in Macy’s window, will you jostle me, by chance? So, will you stroll along Delancey just by the Pitt Street turning? Or are you, darling, just a fancy, a figment of my yearning?