Never

Sometimes I wonder what could have been.

Your eyes are like a painting

A curtain covering the window to your mind

I look into to them

And it's like gazing out the window of a bus

through the rain-streaked glass

As I watch the barren trees and silhouetted hills

Roll past across the overcast sky

Barely lit at the end of a complicated day.

Your face next to mine

Is like the still moment before a performance

As you stand backstage, the lights dim

Tense and aflame with nerves and anticipation

Waiting for the curtain to rise

And the show to begin.

Your hands speak to mine

Words of comfort and care,

Promises you never mean to keep

But I believe all the same

An anthem of expectation and regret

That will never be written.

Your voice hesitates 

With the inconsistent beating

Of my heart

As we breathe in time

To a melody we do not know

And will never hear.