what might have been
their song came on
the speaker drifting it out of the first floor
kitchen window
for the whole block to hear
and her cherry stained apron
transformed into the prom dress
she never got to wear
to the prom that never happened
the memories of which were only dreams
she created when her tears had dried up
and there was nothing left to do
but imagine
what might have been
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This poem totally moved in a direction I wasn’t expecting and it drug my heart along with it. That sentiment, “what might have been,” is something we all share, and that gives this poem so much power.
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I agree with Philip…we all have some ‘what might have been ‘ moments.