My What if’s

I what if from dusk till dawn

I what if from south to north

Holding onto the past that left

Me wondering on so many

Unspoken words,

What if I tried harder?

What if I kept my mouth?

And stayed on in a life

That was making me both sick

And miserable,

You gone from my life,

 A year till this day,

I still think of what we might have been,

Those thoughts of never holding you again,

Never see you smile,

Stuck in a world where I live off

The what ifs of my life.

From dusk till dawn

East to west,

All you left me with is with the ifs.

This is day 7 of Poetry Month Entry from Poetic Asides prompt What if.......

Tx Luna it was great taking part in your Clambake poetry month