If I pursued thee...
Could have I become us?
The cheerful singing in the wind
past these barren ears with lies.

If back then, *I pursued thee...
Could have all the love songs be
about the love we shared?
I to you and you be mine.

If I pursued thee...
Could have this monotonous life,
be a duet of blissful melody
that is sung by a J and a V?

If I pursued thee...
Could all the perfect moments be,
the present I live in;
not just some  d  i  s t a  n  t  memory?

If I pursued thee...
Have I not let you flee,
would you be here with me?
This poem remaining a fragment of possibility?