The Tyranny Of Maybe

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
Today is a day
Of brief furtive glances
And knowing half-smiles.

Today is a day
Of untaken chances
And untrodden miles.

As the grinders whirr
And the laptops purr
Attentions transfer
Between papers and plates and books
And cups.

Today was a day
Of unmade advances
And unspoken denials.

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‘It may have happened, it may not have happened but it could have happened.’ – Mark Twain, The Prince And The Pauper