Alcove and the Things I Wish You’d Said

Alcove

My mind, it races

Through corridors of could-have-beens,

Rifling through boxes stacked haphazard,

that should have been labelled ‘Me-And-Him.’

I settle for the maybes,

The constant dwindling husks of potential,

Just out of reach, inconsequential,

Don’t look too close or I might start to ponder,

Why none of it ever happened.

Denial is a funny thing,

I took it safe under my wing,

That starting pistol lit up the sky,

But we never truly got past ‘Hi.’

The Things I Wish You’d Said

I’ve got you.

You’re magic.

It’s fate.

I love you.

I need you.

You’re safe.

We’re close.

We’re lifelines.

Soulmates.

I hope this isn’t goodbye forever.

I hope this isn’t goodbye forever.

I hope this isn’t goodbye forever.

If these phrases ring a bell then I’m sorry, I misled.

These are things I wish you’d meant, you already know they’re things you said.