If I Had Three Lives

If I had three lives I'd marry you in two, the other? Perhaps that life over there at Starbucks, sitting alone, writing- a memoir, maybe a novel or a poem similar to this one. A small apartment with a view of the river, and books- LOTS of books- and time to read. Friends to laugh with, and a man sometimes, for a weekend, to remember what skin feels like when it's alive. I'd be thinner in that life, vegan most likely, practice yoga. I'd go to art films, farmers markets, drink martinis in swishy skirts and wear loud jewelry. I'd vacation on the coast in Maine and wear that shirt weekend guy left behind, loving the smell of sweat and aftershave more than I did him. I'd walk the beach at sunrise, find perfect shell spirals and study pockets made in the sand. And I'd still wonder sometimes if I'd ever find You.