If We Actually Met

If we’d have actually met?

Even now,

thinking of our improbable love,

even though logically

we both know our love is finished,

I wonder what may have happened

if I had flown from my

west coast to your east coast.

Thinking of our improvable love,

if I had flown from my

west coast to your east coast.

If we actually met, if,

for the first time, if

you’d have actually seen me, if,

for the first time,

I had actually seen you,

would we have shaken hands,

would we have hugged,

would we have briefly hugged

with a lightly brushed kiss

on the cheek?

If we actually met, if,

for the first time together,

we sat in a public place,

at a table sipping coffee or tea,

actually looking at you,

actually looking at me,

actually together for the first time

would your hand be held in mine?

Would you want your hand in mine?

Would I want your hand in mine?

If we had actually met,

would the sight of me to you,

would the sight of you to me,

would your mannerisms,

would my mannerisms,

would the tone of

and the sound of your voice,

would the tone of

and the sound of my voice,

would the silent message read within your eyes,

would the silent message read within my eyes, 

would this meeting foster our love,

would this meeting bring realism to fantasy?

If we had actually met,

would we both have seen what we had;

that our love was not more than fantasy?

would we have happily parted with a briefly hugged,

lightly brushed kiss on the cheek?

Or…

If we had actually met

would our brief meeting…

would the utter futility of our brief meeting…

Would the preponderance our truly found love

and our inevitable parting factually tear at our hearts,

factually tearing at our hearts bring us to tears?

If we’d have actually met?

Even now,

thinking of our improbable love,

even though logically

we both know our love is finished…

If we had actually met?