Perhaps in another world another sun comes up, lighting a different here and now, where another I could meet a second you. Would she smile to know him there? Would he look into her grey eyes and see what I have seen, know what I have known? Perhaps in another world, but here spring always ends, petals fall, and rivers only run downhill.
This was originally written as an exercise using (a) my name as an acrostic - you can still see the way the first six lines, and the last five fit the form - and (b) my telephone number at the time to give the number of syllables in the lines - it’s been edited so much since then that only a few lines now fit the requirement.