(A peaceful Saturday night.  Fall is setting in.  This is my favorite time of year.  Cooler days and colder nights.  Day 291…)

Another round of “if only’s” of all the ways you could know me…

There’s nothing between us but air and opportunity
That reflective glass
That captured moment
When I attempt to move closer
The thud of illusion stops me
Reality keeps moving
And I feel fooled
Enough to use it as an excuse
To stand still.

I go from seeing only you
To seeing myself
Frozen in embarrassment
And I just walk on
Without saying anything
Stronger than the maybe that held me back
Like a friend playing the part
Knowing I wasn’t going to do a damn thing anyway
Except think about
What would have happened