If I scream
would you hear me?

If I fall
would you carry me?

If I drown
will you revive me?

When I'm with you
the pieces fit
when I feel you
perspective hits.

Is it you that I turn to
when my revelations speak from the heart?
Is it you that I turn towards
when our souls disembark?
I remember then
that we can't
we're worlds apart.

If I cry
would you hold me?

If I dream
would I find you there?

If I write
will you care?

You're the only thing that matters
now of days
when I open my eyes
the world is ablaze.

is that your voice I hear inside my head?
telling me that you believe
my soul to be a piece of art in your gallery?
Your face is still clear to me
a file stored in my mind.
This feels so real to me
when we're worlds apart.

If I run
would you chase me?

If I smile
would you stay?

If I ask
will you marry me?

I hope so
then again
I remember that we are worlds apart
and your gallery never existed in the first place—
I am in another clouded haze.

t.n