Theresa Ann Moore
What If We Had Never Met?
A series of events, none of it planned…
Made the components of our lives expand.
When feelings of closeness grew from thin air.
Doubts vanished when we decided to declare.
Days turned into years and life seemed supreme.
Everything was completely right; it was like a dream.
Not long after our love brought children into existence,
Reality and responsibility gave way to resistance.
Your interests seemed to deviate and you started to stray.
You were searching for something new, yet chose to stay.
You were gone for days at time, but always returned…
I struggled while holding things together, we endured…
Finally there was no longer enough love to mend the mess.
The end of Eternity came much sooner than I could guess.
Glorious Love turned frighteningly cold and unpredictable.
Everything turned painfully cruel and completely intolerable.
There are things that I still preciously embrace and respect.
Also, I remember times when I was very confused and upset.
I knew I had to be strong and make my way without you.
I knew you would be looking for a way to start over too.
I never forgot what we had, as we separated and said bye.
You are gone and I have mixed emotions that do not die.
I wonder what would have happened if we had never met…
Would life have been better? Would there be no regret?
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