What if...?

He stared at his hands,

Moist and sweaty,

Lines carved on them,

Messages unknown.

The other end of the hall,

Stood a girl,

She gave him butterflies,

Her face, mystery.

He hoped to smile,

For her to see,

For him to speak,

“Will you go out with me?”

He’d take her to an eatery,

Open air, they would seat,

He’d keep his hand on his chest,

Feel his heart skip a beat.

Good talk, good laughs,

A walk to her home,

Goodnight on her cheek,

Below the moon, in its dome.

She’d see him again,

Many dates later,

Down the aisle he’d wait,

For her, as she got there.

He’d kiss her every morning,

And every night,

Their kids, two there’d be,

She’d teach them to be right.

They’d see a whole life together,

Through sickness and health,

And finally they’d lay in peace,

Love, being all their wealth.

He stared at his hands,

Moist and sweaty,

He was right there,

In reality.

He looked at the girl,

He smiled,

She looked back, in all her beauty,

She smiled back, drove him wild.

He walked, past the distance,

Now knowing what it turns out to be,

But he’d lived that life once already,

What if, it was meant to be?