Wonder if when constellations do align And universe would finally see. Would it be presumptious of me To claim that then, finally you'd be mine.
Wonder if my sense would triumph over So that my heart would be muted. With all its contents looted... Would I only seem sillier?
Wonder if I walked away In due course. You'd then take my hand in yours So that a minute longer I'd stay...
Wonder if you'd understand When if these feet Should choose to retreat... That they had to... It wasn't planned.
Wonder if it'd make a difference If I said that I had to... Not for me but more for you. Would we still be able to love in silence?
Wonder if you'd wish that you made it all clear. Before the gravity of reality would crush us, Before the vastness of uncertainty swallows us, Before my presence would diminish and inevitably disappear.
Wonder if you find my pessimism exhausting. The volatile nature of my moods... Especially when I dive deep in solitude And resurface with a trove of words that are no less than exasperating.
Wonder if you loved me enough In a day... To stop me from walking away... Or loved me too much to plainly say
Future's days would see us apart... Future's moon would glow but not for us... Future's stars would sing but not of us... Future's sun would dry out the passion in our hearts.