Would've Could've
A Story by Rugburn
Sorry, no transformation in this one, but it is inspired by a pic by TG Tony.
http://TGTony.deviantart.com/art/Window-Shopping-day-dreaming-97131683
Done by request.

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She caught my eye that day.

Walking down Frank Street.

or was it by Oyster Bay?

Her hair was dark as night, her suit was matched to please.

I took a drag upon my joint,

and felt real weak in the knees.

She stopped along the sidewalk, to glance in a shop display,

at apparel of burlesque intrigue, and items of much risqué.

She stood there and stared.

Where does her mind go now?

What fantasies now cross her thoughts,

and do they match my own?



I took a drag upon my joint,

and knew that I could,

approach her right now,

and figured I would.

I could say, "Hi, nice weather, eh?"

She would say, "Bye, and leave me alone 'kay?"

I could tell her I'm harmless, one sans bark and bite.

She would idly look away, maybe towards a street light.

I could give her my complete and total all,

and would make her eventually see.

That I'm the one with the gall,

and to come along with me.

We'd be off to have coffee and tell of our plans,

visions of days so wide and so grand.

We could meet on that spot, every day, every week.

We would meet on that spot until I finally speak.

A question so deep so rare and so true.

To let me be with her, and give her my due.



A long and wondrous life could be had, if I'd only approach.

A loving family and wife, if only I would broach.

That unknowingness between us. That deep and dark divide.



I took a drag on my joint. Breathed out the smoke.

I flick the last bit in the street.

The woman moved on, her dreaming unmet.

My heart will stay put, it is quite set.

So why not approach? Such a simple feat?

Do I fear inevitable defeat?

Nope, I just don't care anymore.

Another would've...

Another could've...

but never a should've...

I leave those regrets in the past.

The fantasy stays, so tender, so true.

Controlled in my mind, the place reality rues.

Had I approached, the consequences could have been dire.

Something would have gone wrong, as always transpires.

My mind it keeps fresh, all the women I've unknown.

My mind keeps me free, and dispassionately alone.