about the sun/ that would make you feel its warmth on your face
about her/ she’d feel like an old friend
about that day/ you would know how hard my heart pounded
What if I could write a poem
that left footprints in the sand/ followed by the curious
that clung to your arms
that never let you go
What if I could write a poem
that would leave you awake at 2AM/ eyes wide open/ searching for answers
that would make you call me/ demanding the answers you couldn't find in the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling/ (it's so nice to hear your voice)
that would make you wish you could forget my words/ so you can read them for the first time, once more
What if I could write a poem
like that?
What then?