When we said goodbye on Beacon Street we hugged.
I smelled must on your jacket, lemon-mint in your hair.
I would have sighed, nested my chin in your shrug
In another universe, but all I dared
Was smile before walking away. In another universe
It may well be that we’d’ve kissed as lovers will,
Embraced, laced hands, awoken side by side, traversed
Deserts, mountains, planets, and shooting stars until
We’re at the moon river’s end, just to go back and return
Again. In another universe, maybe
We’d hug and not go, or we’d never have met and I’d not yearn.
But in this universe we said goodbye on Beacon Street
And though in another universe, I’d be a lover if I could,
Perhaps in this universe, “goodbye” is just as good.
Written April 27, 2018.
Parameters: Five beat lines, Petrarchan sonnet.