Grass
Brittle with frost
Fog on your breath
Words wandering round your head
Wondering
What if you'd left
When you had the chance
When you had the chance at a new life but then
Your voice
Quiet on the phone
Heavy with wine
Saying my name one more time
Saying things
You'll probably regret
When you have the chance
"If things had been different
Would things have been different?"
You said
A life
More or less lived
Pinned to the fridge
A riot of birthdays vacations and kids
Whatever it feels like
That's what it is
But if things had been different
It might have been my face instead
And last
Last but not least
Things i have been
Listed from one through one hundred and three
Your name is on there
Obviously
And sure
It might not have been
Quite what we dreamed
Quite what our records had led us to believe
But who's keeping score
It means what it means
And
If things had been different
We'd probably be asking
If things had been different
Would we still be asking
If things had been different and different again
In an alternate universe would we be wondering
Is there a different where it doesn't end
After twenty five years with your voice on the phone saying
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