I would reach out to you

if I could

if the stars aligned

and it happened by chance.

I wouldn’t have to work so hard

to find your love

to know your beauty

is you,

no longer what I dream.

To know that you have yourself,

a contentment

that I once held close to my heart.

A solemn day

for memory,

that what if the human condition

throws upon our soul,

when we cannot find the strength

to let go,

but hang on with hope

and eventual delusion.

Yet, love is, just that.