Today, I passed by No. 33 again
And like all the other times,
I imagine out your face, your smile,
into beautiful and bright coloured murals -
then paint them out on the glass panes just below the gabble end of the first storey wall
As with all the other times, once I turn the corner
I am confronted with the 'what ifs'
What if, I could smile at you
From across the room
What if I didn't have to stretch
My hand to touch your heart
What if at sundown on some days
our shadows could stretch side by side
pruning the hedge of No. 33
I let you linger a while hoping that soon enough
Some other thought will nudge you along
It does not always work so sometimes
I have to shake my head in a conscious attempt
To clear you from my mind.
Not knowing is hard but on this I am sure
that whenever I pass by No. 33 again
I will always be willing to let you in.