What If.... Poem by Shelby Smith

I found myself in a situation,
That really opened my eyes.
I'd been trying to get away
For a very long time.
, He never caught the hints
He never felt the shuns.
I thought he was creepy,
He thought I was nice.
With aggravated words,
I went on and on,
What is it that points to me!
If I only knew,
Maybe I would have been more true.
One night while at work,
He text to say, It's argent!
After work,
Not another word,
About the argent request.
I check to make sure,
But he wouldn't say.
Just what was the bother,
I wouldn't know,
Until two weeks later,
A mystery untold.
I didn't really worry,
But I knew just what it was
The night he asked,
Do you really want to know?
I was the good voice
That he turned to.
I was the person
He knew would love him
Though what he had done.
My heart sank low
Through shock and shame,
I didn't know what to say.
I'd done him wrong,
But right,
Unknown.
What if my number hadn't been there.
What if I'd ignored him.
What if I didn't give him the time of day,
Make him at least think I was there.
Would he still be here?
What if I would have gave it my all,
And showed him the love.
The love that once wrapped around me.
Would the thought have even crossed his mind?
The questions will always fill my mind.
But to know he's still here,
Will always fill my heart with joy.
And now to vow
My heart and soul
To the cries of the night.
I give my all to every lost soul.
Every hurt and wounded,
I'll be there for you.
I will give my life,
Just to be
The good voice.







Don't ask me why I'm so poetic,
I honestly don't know.
But I tell a true story,
That happened just a day ago.
Most who know me,
Probably know what I'm talking about.
I didn't keep it much of a secret,
Although I probably should have.
Though I didn't understand
Why it was me,
I never should have been
So quick to judge,
Or throw a wall up
When I felt a nudge.
And the things that gets me every time,
Is that I was once
On the flip side too.
I could never give enough thanks
To whom the good voice I speak of.
With a heart that carries such a burden
I now know what you felt.
How you probably have thought,
Oh, why me?
But you will always mean so much to me.
And to whom this poem is about,
I give you my apology.
I never should have done such thing,
I promise it will never happen again.
To whom all the people I am writing to
I tell you all this is true
I'm afraid I'll always remember
All those days even before December.
But the night in very particular,
It is unknown to her in similar.
And another day I'll never forget,
The day the tables turned,
I'll never regret
But through it all a lesson learned;
Give it your all
And never quit:
I don't like to ask
What if..?