by joetwo

I spend my cold lonely nights

Eyes kept open by the neon liquor store sign outside

Looking at the cracks in the ceiling

Looking and seeing things that were

And things that had never been

Seeing me applying for that job

Travelling the world

Finding my feet, reaching my dream

The success, the house, the children

I look back to you, down on one knee, ring in your hand

And I imagine all that could have happened

All that might have been

If I said no.

Part of the Quickie Writing Prompt competition on Polly’s blog. Check out the rest of them there.