there is a part in heartbreak of heartbreak when the old reel clickety-clacks and puffs out smoke– gets stuck on the same frame the same phrase over and over again: what if, what if, what if…
what if I told him that I miss him? what if he sends me a message: hello?
what if we talk and it’s all forgotten, all gets back, grows back again?
what if I could somehow get him back?
photo credit: Kenneth Sterling