She spoke to me
Not a word said
Yet her silence whispered secrets
only a true mate to my soul could know
As I contemplated her silence
She seemed to blur
I saw her speaking to another
Or was it a reflection in her mirror?
Was it me?
I stayed wondering,
Eternity only, for company
The thrill of her chase used to be about impossible dreams in the future
And wrestling them into submission
Now that nothing’s impossible anymore,
She finds herself thinking often of the past
Conjuring visions of how life would’ve been, if it hadn’t gone the other way
Nothing spells unachievable
Like what may have been…and wasn’t.