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?
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