Three lives...
If I had three lives, I’d have fallen… Head over heels in love with you on the first. Hopelessly in love. But torn away, Like they always do. Married you in the second. Have babies, and fight for silly things. But patch up every day with a good night kiss, And morning coffee. The third? Perhaps that life over there At DreamCatcher, sitting alone. Writing, a memoir, Maybe diary. Or this poem. No kids probably A small house with a garden. And a view of the sea. And books. Lots of books – and time to read. I’d be thinner in that life, vegan, Practice yoga. I’d go to art films, Drink martinis in swingy skirts. I would walk on the beach at sunrise, find perfect shell spirals and study pockmarks Water makes in the sand. And I would wonder sometimes, If I’d ever find you. Walking on the beach at sunrise. Looking for me.