the store

we went to the store the other day.

we walked passed one another and i wondered to myself,

what it would be like if i didn't know you.

would music sound as sweet

or be as important?

would i still stare at the stars and wonder

and wish for impossible things on slow moving planes?

would i ever have felt so insignificant

yet needed on such a constant basis?

would i miss the way you kissed me

even if it was totally unexpectedly quick?

would i have met someone in the interim 

who appreciated me and loved me more than you?

would i ever miss the way you smell

and the way your scent lingers around me

hours after we've parted?

would i be a different person entirely

having not met you,

having not experienced the intriguing and frustrating sides of you?

would i be thankful that you had never come in to my life; 

had not inspired me in so many ways,

had not taught me so much about myself,

how much i can handle,

what i'm capable of, 

how i can be more than who i am or was?

would i miss you?

we went to the store the other day.

we walked passed one another and i wondered to myself,

what it would be like if i didn't know you.

i'm glad i don't know.