maybe...

maybe in another lifetime we flourished,

maybe you certainly didn’t abandon the idea of us,

maybe i photographed you after our football team won the cup,

maybe there we took car rides in the sun light,

maybe we drunk white wine while lying on your couch,

maybe our clothes ended on the floor,

maybe you laughed at my jokes and effortlessly kissed my face,

maybe we danced britpop in your kitchen at 2 am,

maybe you discovered how much you loved how i said your name,

maybe in that case i don’t have to handle this pain,

maybe i wouldn’t have to wonder if you already promised your heart to somebody else,

maybe the butterfly effect was just a film and not the replica of how our story ends,

maybe we built dreams and we made them come true,

maybe our children are running in the porch,

maybe i was the perfect lovely bride,

maybe you waited for me down the aisle,

maybe my moonstruck reverie wasn’t stepped by your foot,

maybe i’ll stop crying my heart out…

if i knew that at least nowadays you still wonder about us too,

as much as i do,

just... maybe.