Is it nostalgia or,

Did I get a whiff of you?

From decades ago,

As I leaned back on my pillow!

You were never here,

So why do I smell you?

That musky sweat,

It can’t be true.

Now I just wait for Sunday

I wait for your message.

I smile as I anticipate…

What worldly nuggets you may share.

It isn’t for those nuggets,

But for you that I care.

What you read, what you ate,

How she made you laugh,

On your last date!

I was too young and chose not to explore

That which I yearn for now.

I thought it was I that let you go.

But sometimes I want to know.

Why you never chose me

When I began walking away

With just one day with you

For memories?

Maybe my love, my silence,

Will in this timeline, suffice.

It is my penance for not choosing you.

Perhaps in another timeline,

This isn’t true.