“And I hope you know how much
I wish things could have been.”
There is just something
about the calm of night.
It speaks to me
like a breath on the wind.
And sometimes.
Sometimes, I whisper back
in hopes that you’ll hear them
and know how much
I wish things could have been.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
What could have been.
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