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

Hey

I know i left

But what if I came back?