If Only

Unlike us

The couples

I see at the station

Meet

At exact agreed upon time

They kiss and hug each other

But not with our lips and arms

They smile at each other

With eyes which are not ours too

They hold each other’s hands

And walk towards home

But not our home

Which is empty

Dead

With unnatural silence

Of our absence

The only clue

To our frightful presence there

Is the broken vase on the floor

And the empty wall

Where the square-mark

Of the picture

In which you and I

Were kissing

Is still hanging

I go to station often

To watch couples

Kissing

Hugging

Hand-holding

Home-walking

And I think to myself

This could have been us!

This could have been us

If only

You would have kissed me

Hugged me

Held my hand

And walked home with me

That fateful night

If only…