What could have been
Doesn’t fit into
What was
What could have been
Has lips
That kiss me on the forehead
After a night out
What could have been
Writes pages and pages
About what it felt like
And ignites them
With the flame from last night’s candle
What could have been
Downs that cup of tea
Because there’s just not enough
Time.
What could have been
Has roots deep in the ground.
They’ve been there since birth
And refuse to break loose
What could have been
Listens to a borrowed record
Which skips now
In the first few moments of the ******
What could have been
Remembers
It cannot be.