WHAT IF What if I no longer wrote to remember you, To vent the anguish I feel for you? What if I wrote of my own ventures into this life? What if I began to spin tales of victory and completion in love? What if I chose to dream of affairs to come that are won instead of lost? What if I could embrace the hope of a perfect love I will find in time? What if I buried you and all the pain your memory brings to me under a mountain of new dreams? What if I was to forget the words as they rolled through my mind in reference to what was once us? Yet then again, what if I was never to write again because the only words that come to me are of you? copyright 1998, Amanda Vossler Used by permission