WHO WOULD I BE

if I had chosen you instead,
baby blue, in all of your glory?
I miss the thrill of loving
all the wrong people. Wearing
the wrong clothes, tossing
and turning in the wrong bed.
And who would I be if I had chosen
the sinner instead of the saint?
What if everything wrong
was actually right the whole
time? Who would I be then?
Do you think I’d be someone
who could finally fall asleep
in her own bed?

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