Could Have
Deborah McQuerry
If you had been one of the roses in the blue vase on my desk,
I could have pinned you to my wall when you started to
fade,
And enjoyed you for another lifetime.
If you had been one of the silver rings on my fingers,
I could have polished you when you lost your luster,
And held you in my hands forever.
Even if you had been one of the raindrops that
committed suicide on my window pane,
I could have collected you in a clear, glass jar,
and watched you float in the sunlight.
But I can't pin you down, or hold you tightly, or watch you
dance for me.
I can only bury you with roses, rings and snowflakes
in a shoebox underneath my bed.
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