Nicolas stood there,
the trees weren’t singing,
the stream sat still, not moving
the cold wind blew and brought goosebumps to his arms,
all alone,
He could only think
what if?
Maybe she wasn’t
But he could see that she was
or was she?
How could she be gone?
Everyone else was alright
Was she looking for him in the debris, too?
What if?
YOU ARE READING
What If
PoetryThis poem is based off of the book The Weight of All Things. Please let me know if you have any recommendations . Hope you enjoy!!
