And still I sometimes find myself
In a place between now and then;
Those feelings cascade down off the shelf
Reminding me what could have been.
The prospect of all of our dreams come true,
How well our worlds might converge;
How wonderful life would have been with you,
If you’d only succumbed to the urge.
To make a life together with me,
The making of one from two;
The tie that was stronger than anything,
A bond only you could undo.
The prospect of family, the promise of love,
The comfort in following fate;
The counting of blessings from heaven above,
In a home that knows nothing of hate.
All are now nothing but memories of then,
So I put them back up on the shelf.
Surely they’ll slip back down again
And I’ll ponder them all by myself.