Maybe if we had been older
Or if you had tallked more often
And I hadn’t rattled on and on
As short days passed into nights.
Maybe if always being right
Was not most important to us,
Baldly insisting on the win
Instead of listening for the loss.
Maybe if we hadn’t moved to
That place you called home so long
Ago to play house like the grown-ups
Who hadn’t taught us right from wrong.
Maybe if there had been more Sundays
To lie on our sides and make love
Slowly instead of always running hot
Fevers that left burning lips raw.
Maybe if we saved the kids for
Later or never at all, so life could
Give us adventure and reckless
Abandon to wave at backwards.
Maybe if we dreamed love poems
To recite in the cool of night,
Replacing harsh words written
In the thoughts racing over our lives.
Maybe if we had known then
On young arrogance, use salve
Not salt to gently rub in
With hope, not hate and flying fears.
Maybe if unripe fruit could still
Taste sweet and time did not count all
Passing days so quickly and move
Beyond our reach relentlessly.
Maybe if pebbles turned back in
To rocks and the waterfall gathered
Itself to meet the spring from whence
It fell to small drops of aloneness.
Maybe then, with chance and time
We could have stayed us longer
And not lost it all, forever gone
To that island where maybe if dies.