She is within my reach
Reach out my hands and grab her
Only I am frozen to the ground I stand on
The “what if’s” torture my mind
The predictions that don’t exist until I ask
She smiles with intrigue
I sit there with out a beg or plead
Completing in my mind the reactions of my question
Never to be born the answer will go unanswered
For the question will never be asked
The what if’s are never going to happen
Why do I contemplate them if they will never exist?