Some other time,
he might look into my eyes.
He would stand in the sun
and I his shadow.

Some other time,
my lips might meet his,
changing my life as it was.

Some other time,
I would choose love over school,
falling into an embrace
sought for all eternity.

Some other time,
I wouldn’t look back,
mourning its loss,
I would only look forward.

Some other time,
my heart would be his,
not lost among the worries
that encompass all my days.

Some other time,
I would know him
as I have dreamed of,
not as a loss unknown.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017