“If, if, if.. off you go..”
Today, Rose cleaned up..
Not the house, she saves that for spring..
She cleaned her mind..
She opened a box on the floor and tossed in every single one of these:
If I had said something..
If I hadn’t left..
If I were braver..
If I didn’t freeze..
If I hadn’t lost it..
If I had known better..
She looked at each one..
Kissed them goodbye..
And then:
“Thank you for your service.. You’re dismissed..”
She shut the box.. And tossed it off the balcony..
(Don’t ask where it landed.. She had perfect aim..)
To those hoarding boxes of “what ifs” in their attic:
Be warned.. Hypotheticals attract mildew.. And old regrets.. mould..
Goodnight, and don’t forget: Some things you’ll never know, and that’s called freedom..
Rose
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