What might have been will never be
What could have been we’ll only see
As if in a mirror, reflected
Looking on a love neglected.
A photo of a time all in sepia tint
Nary an inkling, not even a hint
That if I loved you and if you loved me
There would be more waves on the mighty sea.
And now each as one and a separate;
Nostalgic sentiment lying desolate
Can see with eyes all freshened anew
Awoken to doing what we had to do.
Because if I loved you if you loved me
There’d be more fruit on the old fruit tree
And a light would shine in the darkest place
And that light would find our hiding space.
And that light would cherish all promises
Made in truth and seriousness
But barefoot walking across the sand
There is no one now to hold my hand.
© Kris Blackburn 15/03/2014