if at all ...

What if there was a way to
bring them
closer together? A way that might work, a way
that was magical, but yet demanded that there be
a tit-for-tat, in exchange? What if
she could move closer if she surrendered
years of possibility, years of promise, years
of what might be? What if he would
move back if he
gave up years of what was,
of what elated and surprised or what
thrilled and fulfilled? And how much of both?
If it were an even sacrifice? But what
if one had to forgo more
than
another? What then? Who would be
willing to do that? And, perhaps more importantly,
who would be able to deal with the
knowing
of what one had given up for the other?
Perhaps it’s best that neither of both
is
at
all
possible.