Life

Life is so strange
sometimes

In moments
where we wonder
if our regrets
are real -
imagined in
meditated moments

caught

between wondering
if the outcome
would be
the same

If I had held
your hand a moment
longer would
we be we
and not

you

I

separate

struggling
through the
mired steps
of winter
bare against the
sky

slick with
forgotten dreams
and
fragmented whispers.

© Eleanor Clark
11 November, 2014