We met at work.
If I had worked elsewhere...anywhere
other than the place you were,
this road I walk would be a different road.
This heart would never
have skipped so many beats
or mourned with so much grief.
These arms would never
have wrapped around
three beautiful children.
I would never have felt unbridled passion
or swam in the deep blue of your eyes.
I would never have been forced to endure
your rants
or listen to your delusions.
I would never have been forced to say goodbye.
You might still be here
had I worked elsewhere.
Perfect love might have found you,
rescued you from your demons,
stayed with you despite your pain.
My life would be different.
Nothing would be the same.
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