On the first full moon/
night since the end, clouds covered/
the sky. He was glad.
What if… ?
What if,
no matter what,
I can’t stand
the thought
of being without you
again?
What if,
no matter what,
I can’t bear
the loneliness
in my heart?
What if,
despite everything,
I can’t take
the emptiness
in my arms?
What if,
despite your reasoning,
I’d do anything
to see you again
sooner
rather than later?
What if
we could make it
happen?
What if …?