vb. 1 might have; used to express the possibility of something occurring in the past as condition to another non-occurring past event. 2 Used to express uncertainty about a past event.
Usage examples of "might've".
According to the county, his high blood alcohol concentration might've caused sleep apnea.
He might've let himself be carried over the line, bulldozed by the intensity of her passion.
He might've gone to Alaska, where there was, in 1946, a sort of frontier, and he might have been a bush pilot.
And if the coon hound hadn't stopped for a piss it might've caught the rabbit.
If I stayed on Earth, I might've had the company of lov ers, friends, instead of coming all this way to die.
The other men found themselves staring at Desmond's fan letter as if it were a corpse at a wake, silence surrounding them, trying to guess where the killer might've gone.
Vince Romanella might've looked like the kind of guy who would react with one of his big, beefy fists rather than think things through, but in the three years he and his wife had been foster parents, he'd never raised a hand to a child.
Let me fill in a few pieces of the big mosaic for you, boy: Here I am, playing wet-nurse to all of you morons, the sorriest passel of lowdown, worthless sissies ever to escape being infant sacrifices to Baal Hammon back when it might've done us all some good.
Mckee might've kept quiet about something like that, especially if he tangled with Windy and come off sucking a hind tit.
The National Army might've dropped some indirect fire on Happy Days during the fighting, but Ranson doubted the Yokels had been that organized.
When every land became the land of the free, it looked like that lady in the harbor might've outlived her purpose.
He might've seen her on the street in Bad Axe or Port Austin, the majorette with the blond ponytail and the perky ass, twirling for the consolidated high school marching band.
He might've been just a boy, though more like a near-man these days, height coming on him kind of quick, his hands and feet getting big even faster than his legs and arms was getting long, but Arthur Stuart was an expert, he was a bona fide certified scholar on one subject, and that was Alvin, journeyman blacksmith, itinerant all-purpose dowser and doodlebug, and secret maker of golden ploughs and reshaper of the universe.
Those flatfoots might've been playing a duffer's round of golf, the lawn's so hacked up.
On firm ground Ilna might've been able to simply run the gauntlet of the parasites instead of tricking them into fighting for territories, but she didn't trust this jellied sponginess.