If Only

A poem about expectations — or love

If I could write anything Anything at all I would still write about you And the way you always made me feel

I would then slip the paper under your door And disappear like a shadow hit by light If only I could run faster than the wind I would still wait patiently for you

And in the darkest hour of your night I would comfort and caress your wounded soul If only you could show me anything Anything at all