Maybe in an alternate universe,
we worked out.

To
broken promises
&
unfinished relationships,
To
the
random stranger
you
lock eyes with
on
the
street,
And wish you knew.

To
the
smiling baby
in
a
lady's arms,
You wish was yours.

To
the
entwined fingers
of
a
passing couple,
which would have been yours,
if only he stayed.

But maybe?
Just maybe?

But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.