Potential

What Could’ve Been | A poem

What do you say to someone who doesn’t want to try anymore?

You know there’s a connection. You know what you feel is real.

You shouldn’t have to convince them. You both know how you feel.

But some people just aren’t ready. There’s no other reason.

And there’s nothing you can do — you have to let them leave like the seasons.

Some love is only potential.

You catch glimpses of what could be.

A great love, perhaps, someday — you’d have to wait to see.

But if it’s never nurtured, or given a fighting chance.

It’ll whither and die — as surely as your last dance.

I won’t cry over you. I promised you that.

But I will mourn our potential for a little while — I didn’t promise that when last we did chat.

So goodbye. Seems like forever.

But who knows what our futures hold.

Just don’t expect me to be waiting for you — but I won’t say never.

You’re a good guy. I stand by that assessment.

I wish you nothing but happiness — truly. I hope you find contentment.