Could Have Beens

Sometimes all you're left with is why 

Questions you stare like holes into the sky 

And God is cruel 'cause he's not there, there's no reply 

Only what could have been.

And there's no going back, no rewind, no erase 

The lines you slashed out with are left, too, on your face 

The tears you wouldn't cry have dried you up in place 

Of love that could have been. 

And what is real and what is a lie
Will just be buried like a settler who died
And left you wondering o'er his grave 'bout who am I
And life that could have been.

(c) Colleen Lloyd
June 17, 2014 9:30 PM
Hurricane, Utah