Fast Train
It’s always a sad thought,
If only.
Reveling in the sunshine,
Hands entwined;
Dancing to your heartbeat —
You could be.
It’s one thing you mull over,
Turning back.
Steep bridges and yellow lines,
Not biding for signs;
Make a start, cross over —
You would have.
They keep you awake at night,
The maybes.
Ties that went awry,
Unyielding to your pride;
Saying no to goodbyes —
You should be.
Ah, such a woeful word,
Almost.
Nearly there, but never been,
Wasted chances, fixed on daydreams.
If only, then maybe, you could have —
But that’s all there is to it.
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