I wonder
How different would things be?
What would I be doing?
Who would I be?
What would they look like?
But thinking about it is pointless
Because it wasn’t my choice
And it’s over now
But still, I can’t help but wonder
Is it really possible
To love what never existed?
To lose what I never had?
And how could I let that happen?
And what would they have been like?
Looked like?
Sounded like?
What could they have done?
But the past is the past
So
Oh well.