He Whispered Love

Sometimes when it’s quiet,
I think about the man I once loved—
and who I once feared.
In a moment of fantasy,
I wonder…
what if he’d been kinder—
what if I’d said,
“I forgive you”.

Sometimes when it’s chilly,
I think about how he would hold me—
and how he would beat me.
In a moment of feebleness,
I wonder…
what if he’d been gentler—
what if I’d said,
“Just one more chance”.

Sometimes when it’s eerie,
I think about how he whispered love—
and how he threatened me.
In a moment of loneliness,
I wonder…
what if he’d been loving—
what if I’d said,
“I still love you”.