Poem to what might have been.
Perhaps…
In different circumstances,
a different place; a different time.
Perhaps.
But
We are who, what, and where we are.
Shadows of memory of desire
Dance in the still of night
Tickle questions of what if; if only.
Know that I love you, here and now,
The best way I can, as sister.
I found this scribbled on a scrap of
paper while cleaning off my desk.
Not sure when I wrote it, or to whom.
But there are a few who might fit.