IF I WROTE TO YOU…
If I wrote to you would you answer?
Not because you won’t but because you haven’t.
Is it because of all those things I said on pages? I don’t know what else to say that would erase all those words expressed with pen to paper. On those pages euphoria of time and place got the better of me. And you know why.
If I wrote to you would you answer? Because I’m at a loss…. and lost because of the finish. The finality. The ending. This I know…there are no words that apologies already expressed would or could make it better. Make it different.
That is the sorry. And, yes sadness.
There is no cause to replay the smiles.
The kiss that missed.
Words, without harming intent became gushing sounds of desperation. Looking back that is probably what you heard. They were not those kinds of words.
If I wrote to you would you answer? There will be no other day to ask if you are doing fine. If you are well. There will be no other day to speak of mundane things like friends do. To share the splendor of the moment. There will be no other day leading to days because I have to be done with sorry and sadness.
If you wrote to me…would I answer?