What If
In the corner café across from the sea
he sits alone reading his book
Thinking of love while drinking his tea
and memories of chances he never took
Her name resonates gently
recalling moments,
of cheek touched whispers
yet hands unheld
and lips unsealed
What if?
What if he turned back time
Would she ever know,
what lies woken
in the dormitory of his mind
What keeps lingering,
in the alley of his heart
Would she be struck by cupid's arrow
tongue-tied and wanted
Would her heart melt
at the sound of his voice,
the touch of his hand
Would his feelings resonate
deep within her soul
What if?
What if then was now
Would she be the keeper,
of his heart
The object of his affection
Would she dawn into his eyes
like early sunbeams
Or disperse into the night
like the autumn mist
Would she tread her dreams
upon his footprints
Would she share the truth
which lies so still within
Or would she be restored
to a mirthless mouth
and twisted smile,
to somber moods
and bleak commands.
To griefing pain
that killed her life
Where would her chambered heart lead
What if she would confess
The last of his caress
is all she needs to breathe
Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2014
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