Verge of a Dream: It could have been

It could have been
but wasn’t
at the barn,
you looking over
the fence.
That was not
the first time
we met.
It might have been
Yet was not.
In a loose shirt
standing among
the seats at
the ballpark.
I could have forgotten
and have not.
That only a pinhole
of light meant
I would not
be that
minor note
left from the
final score.
It might have
been the shuttering
light of the passenger car.
Without the
link and the pin,
a tidal force
holding the shore
to the sea
that stops me
from falling away.

RLB 2/26/2021