What If
Romantic notions
filed away, collecting
dust in a box on the
very top shelf
Unopened letters
returned in the mail,
leaves me to wonder
“what if”
A life of solitude
not purposely
chosen, yet one
I find myself
living, nonetheless
And the years
sweep by,
season after season and
I still tend to wonder
“what if”
Lynn West
© 2015
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