What if you could see the truth of my heart?
What if it showed you unwavering love but fragile trust?
And doubt from past hurt?
What if it stretched toward you, an indomitable dusty miller
Because it felt no other choice, illuminated by your warmth?
What if its roots were anchored to keep it from falling?
What if knowing you kept it growing, hopeful, in a feckless world?
And what if love or circumstance changed? Or she returned?
Or I did? What if the cosmos is wrong?
But what if it isn’t?
What if there are other joys – people, cats, and rain? What if they couldn’t fill the emptiness?
What if we are trapped by choice and fear?
What would happen if we weren’t?
What if I could support us? Over there, over here?
But what if I couldn’t? What if you couldn’t either?
What if I came to you? What if we both knew it was better if I didn’t?
What if we didn’t know that?
What if we touched? Kissed?
What if I extinguish your fire? What if we found a place for our steam?
What if holding you as a friend is more important than as a lover?
What if I over-think everything? And what if you are secretly laughing
Because I don’t know the truth after all?
What if I wanted to tell you in person, to feel you respond?
What if you could see the truth of my heart?
