And maybe it was us
in a past life
but not this one
And maybe we’ll wake up
in twenty years at 3am
with the same contentment
in separate houses
And maybe we’ll stare
at a photograph of the other
before responsibility set in
and the sun set slowly
And maybe it will sting
for a moment or two
before we both turn back
admiring the result
And
we won’t regret a thing
-L.E.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC
And maybe it was us
in a past life
but not this one
And maybe we’ll wake up
in twenty years at 3am
with the same contentment
in separate houses
And maybe we’ll stare
at a photograph of the other
before responsibility set in
and the sun set slowly
And maybe it will sting
for a moment or two
before we both turn back
admiring the result
And
we won’t regret a thing
-L.E.
no one really knows.
Request permission to use this poem