I sometimes wonder if you’d stayed.
If instead you’d turned your face away
and beat back her flattering eyes.
Would the happiness have flowed
if you’d buckled up and we had sucked it in?
I sometimes wonder if you’d stayed.
The question circles round and round.
Did we love, was there a reason to strive,
And beat back her flattering eyes?
A roman road of years since then
Some lived with love and some without.
I sometimes wonder if you’d stayed.
It’s a fleeting notion, like a scene from a movie
In a café. A man: young, handsome…no, stop,
and beat back her flattering eyes.
But should he meet that gaze, change it up,
leave what doesn’t work, release the hounds, and breathe.
I sometime wonder if you’d stayed,
And beat back her flattering eyes.
About the Creator
Michèle Nardelli
I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.
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