The What-If Store
I find myself thinking of you
Suddenly,
Unaccountably,
Well, not so much
I only think of you when I’m dissatisfied with how my life has gone
It’s fun to fantasize
Remember,
Not it all,
Selective recollection is a wonder
In my memories, you and I are pristine, even golden
Your charm, your wit, your smile, your essence,
You, us,
Your rightness,
Even your wrong,
Is right because you’re in the past
Every woman needs a what-if man
She says,
Looking back,
It’s comparison shopping
But also just window-shopping, I sigh
I shrug, shake my head and smile
That moment,
Away,
Knowing though,
The what-if store is always open
The what-if store is what is responsible for half of the blog-world’s musings ..aint it? 🙂
Anyways…
Yes, the what-if store is always open and dont think it has a lock and a key that can still be used.
@Sybil.j.h: True, that!
To me what-if store are more like the peddlers, showing big promise, making us pay big, turning us into addicts to make sure we come back to them.
No wonder, that I have a “what if-not:” store right across 🙂
@Rambler: Hahahahha! ‘What if not’?! That’s priceless!
had to close to due to marriage. 🙂 it was fun while the store was open.
@arunima: The what-if store never closes. It just moves from your memories into your imagination. 😉