It was cold the day
When he stopped to say:
“Will you come with me,
Or will you stay?”
A new life awaited at the tip of a key;
But could I really leave my home?
And I felt as though my head was compressed;
I was a pressure dome.
My family loved me,
Could I really leave them for Rome?
What have I done in my life worth noting,
What have I done at all?
And so I answered his call
With one of my own: “Where to?”
And to this day, his face is the only worth noting.
I wonder if I would be happier,
Sitting at home like a lost pup,
Or working late hours and pining
For a love I thought I gave up.
I’ll never know, and is that good?
I would certainly say so.
