If we met at the right time

Would we still be wrong for each other?

If the clock wasn’t echoing in our ears

If time wasn’t the reason for my tears

If leaving wasn’t so familiar

And goodbyes were never said

Could we have worked?

Would we have worked?

Would it still be love?

If we met in a coffee shop in San Francisco, the excitement of our twenties brewing in our eyes

Would you have stopped to say hello?

If the thirties ages our hearts like red wine on Sunday evenings

Would you be drunk on our love?

Would your hands still cup my face

Or would I fail to find the stars in your eyes?

Would we run free, like parallel lines

Together but they never intersect

Or would we finally be tangible

You hand in mine and my heart with yours

Intertwined

What would we be?

Would we find each other in the big city

Would I recognize the face that left me?

Would we recognize our hearts alike?

Or would you walk past me

Like a stranger in the night

Would things be different this time?

Would we finally fall in love?

Or would we still fall apart

With a gentle push, not a shove.

If we finally meet at the right time

With your hair grey

And crinkles by my eyes

Would you still look at me like you did

When we danced that night

With the moon as pale as the curtains behind us and the sun setting on our time together

Or will we take our love to the grave

And bury it with the flowers

No matter the time

Years

Months

Or hours

Maybe in a different lifetime, we could have one another.

But in this one

Even when the time was right,

We were wrong for each other.