What if the road had turned the other way,
if the words had been different,
if the silence had lasted a moment longer?
What if we had stayed,
or left sooner,
or never met at all?
Would the stars still shine the same,
would the wind still carry your name,
would the world have noticed the difference?
Maybe everything would be unchanged.
Or maybe, just maybe,
everything would be new.
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