You build a life with someone

Half thinking you might go back…

And try again

With someone else? Or alone?

 

You live a life somewhere

With a semi-subconscious idea

You might return

To spend the time anew: the same years, but in another town

 

You create two lives with someone

And still quite often ponder

A different existence

If they weren’t around… as though you had the choice

 

But there’s no do-overs

There’s no need for turning back

There’s only me

and you. Us. Here. With them. The love of my life. x