And, yes –
I’ve thought how it might be
If we were more
Than you and me
I’ve wondered,
Filled with some unease,
At how far go
Our fantasies
For though
I don’t think overmuch –
A flash of taste,
A hint of touch
There have been
Times, I will admit,
I knew that I must –
Had to – quit.
It’s somewhere close
To misery:
So, yes –
I’ve thought how it
Might be
caged birds seldom sing
We’ve all been there… a poem worthy of the “reality award.” 👍🏼