What if I could forget your face,
Forget your name,
And everything about you?
What if I could erase the memories
Of the good times
The sad times and all the in between?
What if I could just not fall to pieces,
And stand here a whole woman
Not broken by our reality?
What if your ghost did not haunt me,
And the smell of cigarette smoke
Didn’t remind me of your laughter?
What if I did not hear your voice
In the silence of the night,
And silence could be silence again?
What if my heart wasn’t on the floor,
And it didn’t cry anymore
At the thought of you?
What if day were night,
Death were only metaphorical,
And you were still here?
What if I forgot ‘what if’,
And stuck to what is?
Then what?
©2011 – V. A. Coote