WithOut Her

A different path, that '...one not taken...'
"I'm tired of that scene"
I didn't respond and didn't let her call
I never laid on my bed for hours talking, lauging, crying, losing myself to her on the phone.
I went my own way, never traveled the short distance from my home to hers.
Never rode that escalator, feeling our bodies touch in the most subtle way for the very first time.
Never looked in her stranger's eyes and knew that I was home.
I simply stayed at home, working on my book, never hearing the telephone ring. I went out with my tired old friends that Saturday night, just like every other Saturday night.
And I died.
A slow, lonely, pitiful scared little life faded away, because I never went down that road.
And I cheated myself of that glorious life I could have shared. That look in her eyes when the sun and the shore align in her heart...the most beautiful look in the world...was taken from me. I missed it, because I never went down that road.
The joy, the melding of two into 3; me, her and us never occured...I never went down that road.
And I died inside.
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