You Got Me at Goodbye

Little did I realize your worth until it was too late, and now, all of those chances I had to love you have evanesced over this golden thread.

It would not matter so much if I had not recorded the memories of your smile, your gentle advice, and your pondering air in my hidden novel, ever changing and improving, while my exposed biography takes heavy criticism from my own ideals.

And I wonder…
If you had me at hello, would anything be different? Would anything be better? Would I be happy? Would I be with you?

Or would life continue on, me ignoring the important things to tend to my imaginary rose garden, while you travel along a concrete path—away from me—away from insanity?

Sinking into the depths of my subconscious sea, all I can think is, “wish I could be part of your world.”

~Shannon McClure
  12/16/09