Call It Fate Poem by Shadowed Past

Sometimes I find myself dueling
On the question “what if? ”
What could have been
What was

What it was to me
What it was to you
What it was to the idealist
What it was to the realist
What it was to the pessimist
What it was to the optimist

Sometimes I find myself desiring
A way into the past
A way to take back what was said
What was meant
What was kept

And sometimes I find myself wondering
How could something so easily end
And yet never begin either
On accepted terms

The illusion became evident
Words were said,
Insecurities shown,
Secrets spilt

When the play was done
The stage was mine
My heart was left in the open

Call it chance,
Call it luck,
But I call it fate