What If. Poem by Stacy Bea

at night i lay awake
awake thinking
what if i was there
what if i was different
what if
what if, is always the question
tell me what if i asked you
how do you live your live
explain to me
what if you did that
instead of what you actually done

i may lay in bed wondering
what if
but what if i dwelled on this
the what if is not really
we can not change that, that has already be done
what if
what if i changed your mind
what if you stayed
the past is history
look to the future

Time to start a new
forget
forget the what ifs
and think about the what now
what now?
what should we do?
move on with life
a new leaf has been turned


This is a poem to show the start of me writing once more