There is no word more painful than the word

Maybe

Maybe they loved each other or
maybe she could have made it or
maybe it would have all been okay.
If they had tried. Maybe. But it never was and never will be.  

A word with so much potential.
So much unknown.
Maybe, but no one will ever know.

and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.

just because
it doesn't leave
a single line
doesn't mean
it's not a poem

just because
it doesn't rhyme
doesn't mean
you're not a poet

because a poem
is not merely
about the style
but solely
about the soul