#8 What If...Mature

What if we sat here under the moon and stars
And pretended we could still share a laugh.
What if we sat here and watched passing cars
Pretending one was no longer half.

What if we had a chance to say-
But no, we have no chance
For now you are dust, grey.

What if you were here. Now
What would you say if you could see
Would you howl and bow.
Would you want to flee?

A thought, always there
Would you hate-
So much you could not bear-
Me. A lightweight,

Shoulders to hold. Day
Will come and once more
Faint memories carry to decay.
But do you despise who I’ve become?

The End

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