By Jesi Scott
words to say left unspoken,
the should-have-been becomes
with hair of jet
and those blue-sky eyes,
that sun-bright smile and hearth-fire voice,
you who hung the moon in her sky
and saw through her self-inflicted invisibility,
do you ever ask “what if”?
Does could-have-been slip through your mind
like a soft caress from her hand?
Does the memory of a girl
with honey hair and storm-cloud eyes,
shy smile and soft, snowfall voice
ever gently embrace you, leaving ghost kisses upon your lips
to fade away with the stars
at the coming of the morning?
*Still playing catch-up with OctPoWriMo. Day 7 was to send a letter to someone. This is a re-post of a poem I wrote in 2015, a what-if love letter to someone from my past. In 2015 I was still under the conviction that this person never felt the way about me that I did about them. As of a year ago, I know now that that knowledge may not have been even remotely true. Due to someone else’s interference what is now a what-if could have been a surety, and changed the course of my life. But knowledge is power and this knowledge settles some questions I’ve always carried in my heart.