In the afternoon,
Looking across the green square
Towards the church,
The twin white towers
Against the clear blue sky,
He thinks and ponders;
Reflecting upon events.

His memories flood his mind,
Cascading tumultuously downwards;
He thinks about the lost loves;
Ponders his new love;
Remembers events long past;
Mistakes uncorrected;
Irredeemable forever.

Wondering what might have been;
What direction his life might have taken,
Had he taken another turn;
An alternate route.

His musings interrupted
By a familiar voice.
His cappuccino cold.
The friend asks how he is.
What can he reply?
“Oh, I’m fine,” he says.
He lied, of course.