The Redo

*From my Facebook post yesterday *

Sundays are when almost no one reads these posts. So now is a good time to post this. I wrote this two years ago. The fewer people who read it, the better.

I wrote it as a poem about a controversial subject in our country a few years ago. I won’t go into detail, but I read it to my wife, who didn’t like it, so I changed a few words, and it became what it is today.

It may sound like a bad breakup, but I’ve never had one of those. I avoided heartbreak because I didn’t skip around from one girl to another. So I didn’t write this poem from experience. I wrote it because its original version was placed in the heaping pile of discarded stories.

I wouldn’t recommend reading this, but here it goes.

Do you think of me
The Life we could’ve built?
Do you feel sorry
And overcome with guilt?

Do you think of us
The Love we could’ve shared?
Was it too much fuss
Should I have ever cared?

Do you think of them
The kids we might’ve raised?
Can you imagine
The trails they would’ve blazed?

But now it’s all far gone, too late.
Can’t turn back the hands of time.
And no, I don’t believe in fate.
But I feel absolutely fine
With how it all turned out.
It must’ve happened for the best,
I laid all those fears to rest,
And I’ve never had a doubt.

But is there a possibility
That you ever think of me?

See what I mean? That didn’t change your life.

I originally wrote it from an unborn baby’s perspective to his/her mother.

If it would’ve been any good, I could’ve kept it, and maybe that would’ve changed someone’s life.

But maybe I’ll write something about that someday.

to the lost chances,
– Caleb