I seem to spend
a great deal of my life
trying….
working
so very hard
to remain
positive….
but sometimes
life just beats ya down
with it’s
sheer
lack o fairness
it truly
makes ya wonder
I wonder
‘what if?’
I wonder often
what if
my Michael
hadn’t died?
where would my life be now?
what would it look like?
would we be married?
would I have children?
would there be a little house?
would I still have the bar?
would I be this lonely?
would I still feel like the
other half of my soul
was missing?
what if?