If I could change the tides, would I?
Would I change how things have become?
Probably. . .
It is my dearest wish to find him.
To see him standing there, waiting for me.
If I could change who I was,
make myself worthy of the love
that he would then give me.
I would. . .
No doubt is there for me.
The only doubts I would have are,
if it would happen the same way.
No, I would be different.
Bolder, more apt to lean over him,
to take his lips with mine.
And forge a bond with his body
that would break only when I died.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017