What if?

What if? Sometimes we all play this silly game, call it the ‘what-if’ game if you wish. A childish game of make believe where wishful thinking takes the lead. It runs with a thread of fantasy through a forest of hearts desires. Painting scene after scene on threadbare canvas of broken intimacy. Shiny, hopeful embroidery on the worn out, tired tatters of a relationship taken for granted. No matter how pretty or fine the stitches it silently falls apart just as a glimpse of the picture starts to take shape. Futility sifts through numb fingers clawing through rough patches, trying to hold on to the impossible. Fresh ideas run out with the expired, fraying & disintegrates of its own volition. What-ifs flake off curling parchment promises that was meant to last for forever. Faded existence glimpsed through long discarded memories without interest. The sparkle of countless what-ifs covered in dusty once hopeful dreams. What-if we ran with faith? Lanie – April 2008