Poetry 127: What If

What If

What if it were actually

true that one day

I will die?

And you as well.

And what if terrible car accidents,

not ours, caused us

to be late to work sometimes.

What if my husband

were to buy me an

exact copy of the beloved

book which I had refused

to return to the library,

and the common cold

would make me sick every year,

sometimes twice or three times?

What if red and blue

made purple every single time,

and blue and yellow

made green,

and what if all of the women

in my family were diagnosed

with cancer.

What if my daughter

kissed me lightly on the

lips for no reason

whatsoever, 

and justice

were not always done?

What if my

forsythia were

to bloom its little yellow flowers

every spring like clockwork,

and what if

some people will lie

right to my face?

What if my son

were to get pneumonia

three times before age 5,

and human beings had

lived on the planet Earth

for over 100,00 years?

And what if milk

spoiled when left

on the counter,

and my love for you

were boundless and

infinite.

What if Donald Trump

were made President of

the United States

(until further notice),

and but a few friendships

will last more than 10 years,

What if the Twin Towers

fell to the ground

at 9 a.m.

on a Tuesday,

and what if my coworker

poured a bag of

chocolate on my desk

to cheer me up

one day?

What if?

-Me