What If…

What If…

I hate What Ifs.

That question haunts me, taunts me,

dragging tears down my face

and twisting my stomach into knots.

All day long the What Ifs hound me.

New ones wake me up at night.

What if I had called? What if I had been there?

What if, what if, what if…

STOP!

The What Ifs are not levers

to a time machine that rectifies,

That deletes, that cheats death.

What ifs can not, do not, will not

Restore life.

And yet, they march, uninvited

Into my day and linger long into the night.

What if they just went away?