A fragment of Possibility

When there was no internet,

no mobile humming in the pocket,
no photographs to trap a moment,
only the wild imagination of the gods.

when words found their way
through ink instead of keys,
when letters held the weight
of things we were too shy to speak,
when I had no doorway
to wander into impossible dreams

maybe I’d have lived lighter then.
For nothing would tempt the heart
towards what could never be,
nothing would stir hope
in places hope wasn’t meant to live.

And still… if it had,
if your eyes caught the morning
the way I imagine they do,
if your smile rose like a quiet sun,
if your hair drifted with the breeze,
carrying a whisper of your fragrance

the world would have slowed,
the day would have softened,
and in that single breath of time,
I know I would not have missed you.