A Poem

I don't write poetry as much as I used to (this was the first one I've written in a year and a half), but I was writing a journal (ok, diary) entry and I used a phrase that immediately inspired me to write this poem. The poem has a title, but it's much to personal for me, so on here, it's untitled.

If only everything was different
and you were still here with us
Would you have remained in the circle
Or drifted away like a lost ballon

Would you visit on weekends and
Call each other during the week
Or would it be a card, an email
And empty promises to keep in touch

Sadly I would take any outcome
The good, the bad, the bright or the dark
Whatever you'd chose to offer
If only everything was different