I had been clicking through my phone’s ID calls
Expecting nothing exciting or grand.
Suddenly I couldn’t breathe.
It had been over 20 years since last we spoke.
Now here was his name, bright green in my hand.
My pulse quickened and my knees went weak;
A flush covered my face as I struggled for air.
Was it mere coincidence
That my marriage was in trouble, suffering?
Did he simply call to talk, totally unaware?
All through the night I wrestled with the choice
Feeling excitement, then guilt, then excitement once more.
Should I call? Did I dare?
I was torn, conflicted, terribly unsure,
But I dialed his number, I opened that door.
His voice was the same, it took me back
To college days when young love was the fashion.
But we talked as old friends,
Catching up the years, dancing around each other,
Both afraid to discuss our former passion.
He was on his second marriage, three kids.
I was still married with two girls, two boys
Finally the words I feared were said,
“I’ve often wondered what if …”
I couldn’t reply. The phone filled with background noise.
I stood on the precipice that day;
Everything important in my life on the line.
Once again I couldn’t breathe
As I searched my heart for the true st response,
The only answer that would my life define.
“There’s no sense in wondering what might have been.
While our love is a tender memory for me
I took a vow many years ago
To honor my husband, through good and bad
He is my life, not just now, but eternally.”
We all face choices on a daily basis
Often times not appreciating their worth
Until the moment is irretrievably gone.
The lesson we must learn is simply
Our choices define us during our passage on earth.
Copyright 2002
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well written
good choice - the guy on the phone was probably fat and bald anyway