Maybe
It won't hurt.
When the August
heat stops giving tans
and we are both burned
by the questionable act
of mutual heartbreak.
Or **maybe
It will.

Maybe
my heart
will call for you to be
painted with me
in my portrait
of my framed future
and that's how I'll know.
Or maybe
when the credits close
this summer flick
and life begins, it will be silent.
And maybe
all that will be left for us
is a scar of remembrance
from our once burning skin.

Maybe
Distance can
create the bond
to be fonder
Or maybe
it will create
the heart
to forget
how fond
it once was

Maybe
we will be afloat in the same sea
and you will be painted
on my canvas once again
or maybe,
the stable sand will be gone
from our hourglass relationship.