Saturday Night lameass Writing Exercise

[misterwalnut]

(Or technically Sunday Morning, as it is 1:07 and sleep is so foreign, TV is so boring, and my bed remains sadly Sally-free.)

What If
12/21/08

.....
What if
the fog had rolled in sooner?
What if
coarse hands had not held so limply
had not fallen flat like a flower blooming prematurely?
What if
one warmth had been much like another,
your light as shining and dazzling as his
and mine like yours?
What if
I had been scooped,
hollowed out,
booming inside with Gregorian chant,
and you had painted me like the Sistine Chapel?

What if the single knot chaining those demons had unfurled, had come undone, had resisted and relented and we were face to face with our own ghosts?

What if
the sun had been brighter,
the rain harder,
the days longer;
would something have grown?
What if
like rosebushes entangling,
my lace had gotten tangled in yours,
and we had danced a little longer?
What if
I had left a shoe behind,
like Cinderella?
What if
the distance had not been so great?