PROLOGUE
This poem expresses deep regret over a lost connection that once held promise. The speaker reflects on missed opportunities and the pain of reality setting in, acknowledging that their past relationship was more of an illusion than true love. Despite mutual declarations of affection, actions revealed a disconnect, leaving the speaker questioning the authenticity of their bond. They come to terms with the idea that the relationship was merely a fleeting dream, signifying the need to cease longing for what might have been. Ultimately, they recognize that fate should dictate their paths, as rekindling this love may never suffice.
What Could Have Been
Thinking of you today,
secretly wishing and pray
that I could see you again on this fine Christmas day.
I would often wonder,
while we remained asunder,
if I didn’t speak my mind, would we still be together?
Reality would soon set in,
but where do I begin?
It’s time to stop fantasizing about what could have been.
The signs couldn’t be more clear,
when you were last here,
that what we had was an illusion that had since disappeared.
You asked me if I love you;
I nodded and said I do;
Yet that still wasn’t enough for me to be with you.
You said you loved me more,
and never felt this way before;
Yet you seemed too eager to run out the door.
Confused by what I was told,
‘cause you’d been hot and cold;
I wonder was this love too intense for your heart to hold?
Was that why you ran?
The reason I can’t understand;
Why you abandoned this love is hard to comprehend.
Being with me must be tough,
apparently you had enough.
That showed I was never the one that you really loved.
They all said you got scared,
but I don’t think you ever cared,
or you would never have prioritized other affairs.
Doesn’t matter anymore,
it isn’t nice to be ignored;
You are not the same person I thought I knew before.
What this really is,
you were a dream that failed to exist,
a fleeting fantasy that should no longer be missed.
All was just a fleeting dream,
nothing was what it seemed.
Time for me to stop wondering about what could have been.
If we were destined to be,
and fated by divine decree,
then rest assured that there’ll be a future for you and me.
Otherwise try as we might,
we would never get this right,
even if there were a million chances for us to reunite.
