It almost happened 
and yet didn’t 
and despite that 
sitting here now 
I am wondering 
did I dodge 
or did I 
miss my exit 
it’s always interesting 
I think this 
having gone past
what might’ve been 
it lingering there 
back behind me 

Who knows 
said what 
about when 
where did 
and why
well why
knows little
about anything 
at all 

I blade 
on ice
quietly carrying 
one above 
smoothly across 
sometimes straight 
though frequently 
in circles 
no more 
than brush
dipped in 
paint broad
or thin 
creating art
on a
frozen lake 

Something tells me
something always does 
oh if I 
could date something 
we’d be happy 
they’d tell me 
what I would 
need to know 
never giving me
any bad advice 
for this something
is my very 
voice of reason 
something sometimes is 
a villain sometimes 
something’s a lover
but always something’s 
part of me 

And finally 
I hear
my own 
heart beat
and I
think that 
I remember 
the first 
when promise
beat too