If only Emily D and I had been childhood friends;
Schoolwork would’ve been our own secret joke
with English class as the surprising pun,
If only Emily D and I had grown up as neighbors;
Her floppy dog would chase my kittens around the yard
as we ran in circles, playing the tiresome game of tag,
If only Emily D and I had sung in the Church Choir;
Her soprano voice would fly off to the shining heavens
while my low notes would bump against the floor,
If only Emily D and I had gone adventuring together;
All across the Boarding-school’s lawn we’d search
over turning every stone or pebble in hopes of trouble,
If only Emily D and I had appreciated natures beauty;
We would’ve lain under weeping willow branches
counting the sunlight’s glimmers behind the leaves,
If only Emily D and I had shared our own deepest fears;
Holding the hand of one another tightly under blankets
brushing away crystal tears when they fell from our eyes,
If only Emily D and I had become writers with each other;
Together the world of literature would crumble at our feet
rhyming lines and stanzas would flows from the inkwells,
If only Emily D and I had never played childish games;
Maybe I would’ve discovered her hiding place in the end
but Emily was always to good at disappearing into thin air,
If only Emily D and I had met- life would be greatly different.